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Title: The Song Of The Storm-Spirits
Author: Cale Young Rice [
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Come over the tide,
Come over the foam,
Dance on the hurricane, leap its waves,
Dream not of the calm sea-caves
Nor of content in them and home.
For that is the reason the hearts of men
Are ever weary--they would abide
Somewhere out of the spumy stride
Of the world's spindrift--a want denied.
That is the reason: tho they know
That the restive years have no true home,
But only a Whence, Whither, and When--
Whence and Whither, for hearts to roam.
So who would tarry and rest the while,
Not dance as we, and sing on the wind,
Against the whole flow of the world has sinned,
And soon is weary and cannot smile.
Dance then, dance, on the fleeting spray!
None can gather eternity
Into his heart and bid it stay,
Swiftly again it slips away.
Dance, and know that the will of Life
Is the wind's will and the will of the tide,
And who finds not a home in its strife
Shall find no home on any side!
[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: Song Of The Storm-Spirits
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