“
The breaking waves dashed high Their giant branches toss'd.
— Wind wave
The breaking waves dashed high Their giant branches toss'd.
Ye wavesYour crisped smiles.
What are the wild waves saying, I hear but their low, lone song?
Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
Come o'er the moonlit sea,The waves are brightly glowing.
Hitherto thou shalt come, but no further; and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.
