Did the wide water flatten to burnished flame?
Did the fish from terror to terror in dazzled lair
Did the wild weeds fade like drowning comets' hair?
Ah! fierce afire his terrible glory strode!
No; the casual water stayed the same:
in the wave-ribbed, wind-rid shapes any fisherman
it sloped and rocked;
the curious fish came nudging at his toes
and the fat sea-leaves bobbed up and down as he
No sea scar tells the simple way he came.
"Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid."
and the wind ceased.
Only a stillness tells how love is made
wider than all the waters of the east.
Return to contents