Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.
Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.
She turned her face seaward to gather in an impression of space and solitude, which the vast expanse of water, meeting and melting with the moonlit sky, conveyed to her excited fancy. As she swam she seemed to be reaching out for the unlimited in which to lose herself.
I sweep out seaward: -- be thou brave.
Let us rise up and part she will not know. Let us go seaward as the great winds go, Full of blown sand and foam.
Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories