The Harbor Longs for Shouting
THEY lived upon a mountain crowned with light,
Often descending, for they loved the sea;
They ran into the moonlight, naked, bright,
Swam in the breakers, swam through sparkling night,
Turned in the cool, dark waters lovingly.
Often descending, for they loved the sea;
They ran into the moonlight, naked, bright,
Swam in the breakers, swam through sparkling night,
Turned in the cool, dark waters lovingly.
They brought their fruit in barges gold and white,
And wood sweet-smelling, strong for bridge and spire;
Full-rigged they sailed, and staunch, and quick for flight;
Glad their returning and the catching sight
Of roof-tops on the peaks; sweet their desire.
And wood sweet-smelling, strong for bridge and spire;
Full-rigged they sailed, and staunch, and quick for flight;
Glad their returning and the catching sight
Of roof-tops on the peaks; sweet their desire.
O ruddy racers, swimmers, mountain hearts,
You of the colored sail, the throaty cry,
The crooked roadways and the stumbling carts,
Breathing the raw salt air that heals and smarts,
Breathing the hill calm and the open sky,
You of the colored sail, the throaty cry,
The crooked roadways and the stumbling carts,
Breathing the raw salt air that heals and smarts,
Breathing the hill calm and the open sky,
What pathway have you left along the wave,
What hammer-blow upon a crumbled stone?
The looming ocean moon has lost her slave,
The harbor longs for shouting. Tall and brave
Your last full sail has met the stars, alone.
What hammer-blow upon a crumbled stone?
The looming ocean moon has lost her slave,
The harbor longs for shouting. Tall and brave
Your last full sail has met the stars, alone.