 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
KELP ROCK
(E. C. S.)
Rock's the song-soil, truly(So sang one bard of power);
Therefore our poet duly
Built on this rock his tower;
And therefore in his singing
We breathe the salty morning;
We hear the storm-bell ringing,
The “siren's” piercing warning,
The sea-winds roaring, sighing,
The long waves rising, falling;
We hear the herons calling,
The clashing waves replying.
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