 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
[II Old are the creeds, but stale the schools]
Old are the creeds, but stale the schools,Revamped as the mode may veer,
But Orm from the schools to the beaches strays,
And, finding a Conch hoar with time, he delays
And reverent lifts it to ear.
That Voice, pitched in far monotone,
Shall it swerve? shall it deviate ever?
The Seas have inspired it, and Truth—
Truth, varying from sameness never.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |