Foam-surge a-wallow
With joy of the fray!
Whos he that could follow?
Whence sheer you away? Whos he could restrain you
Your boisterous course?
Who that could rein you,
Could trammel your force?
A youngster delighting
In fray wildly fought,
You joyed in inciting
The cliff for your sport.
Yet midst all your striving, Midst your unrest,
Small sea-blooms are...