The Stirring Sea

The sea is stirring, Whisked by the winds Climbing on like giants By each wave, See how it hurries by The sea is stirring, Pawed by the sailors Rushing on like ghosts With each wave See how it pounds The sea is stirring, Black like the thunderous gales Cornered by full hales In each wave Drowning into the world The sea is stirring, Highly like rushing fire Kindled by the bare earth in the abyss Watching like still eyes Feel how it throbs The sea is stirring, Bursting like a tattered melon Swollen more under pelts of rains Rolling away, rolling away Sought by the stylish firmament The sea is stirring, There is goes, there it goes Yearning for the hues of half-golden years ‘Standing on the shore.’ It’s not a secret any longer This tale will soon form o'er, Like the dry and cold wind I have yet to see The stirring sea.