Excerpt from Haunts and by-Paths: And Other Poems Sea Song There are those who love the reaching plains And those who love the crags, And those who love the twilit woods where melancholy Autumn lags On sad reluctant feet. And there are those who love the street Where arc lights sputter In the rain And traffic lifts a shrill refrain Where counter-currents surge and meet. But I am not of these, Such haunts my fancy flees Out to the sea, the open sea, The pouring, roaring, soaring sea, The wind-whipped, tearing, flaring sea, The sea that never rests. I love its lonely smoke-hung trails, Its battered hulks and singing sails, Its lifting, surging hills and dales With fleecy, foam-plumed crests. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.