{"product_id":"2940149605446","title":"Sea Spray: Verses and Translations","description":"What shall we do with our day? you ask—\u003cbr\u003e“ June day fair to the heart’s desire—\u003cbr\u003eLie in the meadow, and lounge and bask\u003cbr\u003eOver books and tobacco? Or do you aspire\u003cbr\u003eTo conquer the summit that yesterday\u003cbr\u003eWe marked for our own ere your visit end?\u003cbr\u003eOr shall we go riding, or fishing? Nay,\u003cbr\u003eFor the scent of the sea’s on the air, my friend.\u003cbr\u003eWe shall go to the head of the reedy lake,\u003cbr\u003eAnd there, in a brake by a fir-grove, find\u003cbr\u003eTwo long canoes with arching deck,\u003cbr\u003eSea-riders, strong for a day of wind;\u003cbr\u003eAnd oh, what a song shall the bright wind sing us\u003cbr\u003eWhen clear of the shallows and clear of the sedge,\u003cbr\u003eWhile the narrowing stream and the ebb-tide swing us\u003cbr\u003e’Twixt sea and mountain to Wicklow Bridge!\u003cbr\u003eBut here beware! for the ebb goes roaring\u003cbr\u003eThrough half the arches, and half are dry,\u003cbr\u003eAnd stakes and stones are ready for goring\u003cbr\u003eYour Rob-Roy’s timbers as down you fly.\u003cbr\u003eAnd beyond the Bridge, in the deep sea-current,\u003cbr\u003eWhere the rope-maze crosses from quay to quay,\u003cbr\u003eYou’ll need your head and your arm I warrant,\u003cbr\u003eTo fight the eddies and find your way.\u003cbr\u003eThere lifts your prow with the long pulsation[8]\u003cbr\u003eThat tells how near us the glad seas are!\u003cbr\u003eThere lifts the heart with the old elation,\u003cbr\u003eTo meet the surf at the harbour-bar!\u003cbr\u003eThe North wind marshals the ranks of ocean,\u003cbr\u003eAnd on they sweep with a strength serene,\u003cbr\u003eTill the tide-race ruffles the mighty motion\u003cbr\u003eAnd curls the crests of the rollers green.\u003cbr\u003eThe breakers flash on the sand-bank yonder,\u003cbr\u003eAnd the cavern’d curve of the rock-walled bay\u003cbr\u003eIs loud with clamour of hoarse sea-thunder\u003cbr\u003eAs the wave recoils in a blast of spray.\u003cbr\u003eAnd I know a cleft among grim rock-masses,\u003cbr\u003eWhere if wind blow strong and the light come fair,\u003cbr\u003eWhen the sea-cave roars and the spray-jet flashes,\u003cbr\u003e“ rainbow floats in the sunny air.\u003cbr\u003eAt the Head’s wild verge, where the tideways quicken,\u003cbr\u003eAnd eddies hollow the smooth sea-caves,\u003cbr\u003eOur Rob-Roys plunge as the breakers thicken,\u003cbr\u003eAnd bury their decks in the rearing waves.\u003cbr\u003eWe round the Point in the surge and welter\u003cbr\u003eOf clashing billows and blinding foam—\u003cbr\u003eThen mile on mile, in the cliff-wall’s shelter,\u003cbr\u003eIn calm new seas to the South we roam.[9]\u003cbr\u003eO bays of Wicklow, and gorse-crown’d headlands\u003cbr\u003eWhose scent blows far on the seaward breeze,\u003cbr\u003eHow oft have I yearned in the tranquil midlands\u003cbr\u003eFor one brave shock of your lifting seas!\u003cbr\u003eHow oft it may be in days hereafter\u003cbr\u003eShall rise the thought of you, phantom-fair,\u003cbr\u003eShall steal the sound of the sea-waves’ laughter\u003cbr\u003eOn ears grown dull with time and care!\u003cbr\u003eWaves, wash my spirit, and lonely places,\u003cbr\u003eIf well I loved you, and aught you knew,\u003cbr\u003eMark deep my heart with immortal traces\u003cbr\u003eOf shining days when I dwelt with you!\u003cbr\u003e[10]\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47072959561968,"sku":"2940149605446","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149605446_p0.jpg?v=1763720130","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149605446","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}