Song of the Sea
A. Clarke
Primeval breath from sea,
sea- wind by night:
from every errand free;
one lying till light
must seek and find what he
may interpose:
primeval breath from sea,
that only blows
as for primeval stone,
pure space
rushing from realms unknown.
How felt by a high-sown
fig-tree that clings for place
in the moonlight alone.