Selected Poems

by Frederick George Scott




O sea, thy voices spoke to me in childhood,
    Wild and uncanny were the things they said,
When I have watched thy proud waves in the sunshine
    Roll out along the beaches, white and dead.

They told me of the glory of blue stretches

    Where wind and waves made music none might hear,
The mystery of ships and strange sea-monsters
    And unknown lands across the hemisphere.

Now I have come to know a wider ocean—
    Mysterious life and dreams and human pain;
While I and all things drift upon its bosom
    To some dim shore whence no man comes again.
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