Poetry: Sea-Weed

When deícends on the Atlantw The gigatltic wind of the Equinox, M Landwaid in his wratb be scourges The toiling surges, Laden with sea weed from the rocka. From Bermuda's Reefs, from edgea Of snnken lodges, Tn Eome fur off, bright Azore; From Bahnmaand the daebiog, Silver flashing Surges of San Salvador. From the tumbling snrf, thtt buries Tlie Orkneytin Skerries, An9wering the honrse Hébridas, And from wrecka of oUipe and drifting Sprs, uplifiing On the desolate rainy eeas; Fiver driftinjf, drifting, drifting On the shifñng Currents of ihe restles6 main, Till in sheltered caves, and reachea Of snndy beaches, AH have found repose again; So when storme of wild emotion Strike the ocenn Of the Poel's soul, ere long From each cave and rocky fasfncss In its vastness, ' FloatB some fragment of a song. Fron far-off isles enchonted, lleaven hns planted With the golden fruit of Truth, From the flnshing surf, whose visión Gleams E]ysinn In thetropic clime of youth;Vrom the s' rong Wil!, and tho Endeavor That forever Wrestle8 with ihe tides of fate; From-lhe wreek of hopes far scattered, Tempeöt-6hatlcred, Floating waste and desolate--1Ever drifting, drifting, driftingf On thé shifting: Currents of the resltess heart, Till at length in books recotded They like hoarded Household word8 no moro depart.