Epes Sargent

"A life on the ocean wave! A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep! Like an eagle caged I pine On this dull unchanging shore: Oh give me the flashing brine, The spray and the tempest's roar!"

"The cold blast at the casement beats; The window-panes are white; The snow whirls through the empty streets; It is a dreary night!"

"When the night-wind bewaileth the fall of the year, And sweeps from the forest the leaves that are sere; I wake from my slumber and list to the roar And it saith to my spirit, "No more, never more!""