1. George Cabot Lodge

  • A Song of the Wave

    This is the song of the wave! The mighty one!
    Child of the soul of silence, beating the air to sound.
    White as a live terror, as a drawn sword,
                This is the wave!

    This is the song of the wave, the white-maned steed of the Tempest,
    Whose veins are swollen with life,
    In whose flanks abide the four winds,
                This is the...

    George Cabot Lodge

  • Youth

    If I must die,
    The earth is inarticulate to sing
    The dirge I crave:
    The sorrow of the murmur-laden wave,
    The sea-born wind complaining ’neath the sky,
    And round my head the waters’ silver ring.

    If I must live,
    And feel the ashes of oblivion
    About my soul,
    Let life be fearful, let me feel the whole,
    Despair, and...

    George Cabot Lodge