The smell of the sea in my nostrils,
  The sound of the sea in mine ears;
The touch of the spray on my burning face,
  Like the mist of reluctant tears.

The blue of the sky above me,
  The green of the waves beneath;
The sun flashing down on a gray-white sail
  Like a scimitar from its sheath.

And ever the breaking billows,
  And ever the rocks' disdain;
And ever a thrill in mine inmost heart
  That my reason cannot explain.

So I say to my heart, "Be silent,
  The mystery of time is here;
Death's way will be plain when we fathom the main,
  And the secret of life be clear."

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.