名人诗歌|Seaweed

The gigantic

Storm-wind of the equinox

Landward in his wrath^{2 he scourges3}

The toiling^{4 surges}

Laden^{5 with seaweed from the rocks：}

From Bermuda's reefs； from edges

Of sunken ledges⁶

In some far-off bright Azore；

From Bahama and the dashing

Silver-flashing

Surges of San Salvador；

From the tumbling surf that buries

The Orkneyan skerries

Answering the hoarse^{7 Hebrides；}

And from wrecks^{9 of ships and drifting}

Spars uplifting

On the desolate^{10 rainy seas；}

Ever drifting drifting drifting

On the shifting

Currents of the restless main；

Till in sheltered coves^{11 and reaches}

Of sandy beaches

All have found repose^{12 again.}

So when storms of wild emotion

Strike the ocean

Of the poet's soul erelong

From each cave and rocky fastness

In its vastness

Floats some fragment of a song：

From the far-off isles^{13 enchanted14}

Heaven has planted

With the golden fruit of Truth；

From the flashing surf whose vision

Gleams Elysian

In the tropic clime of Youth；

From the strong Will and the Endeavor

That forever

Wrestle^{15 with the tides of Fate；}

From the wreck^{8 of Hopes far-scattered}

Tempest-shattered

Floating waste and desolate；

Ever drifting drifting drifting

On the shifting

Currents of the restless heart；

Till at length in books recorded

They like hoarded¹⁶

Household words no more depart.