HERE stand I, Buttressed over the sea! Time and sky Take no toll from me. To me, grey -- Wind-grey, flung with foam -- Ye that stray Wild-foot, come ye home! Mother, I -- Mother I will be! Ere ye die, Hear! O sons at sea! Shall I fall -- Leave my flock of graves? Not for all Your rebelling waves! I stand fast -- Let the waters cry! Here I last To Eternity! |