Blue! Here I am, come out of the deadly caves
1b hear the thundering surf break on the shores
And see those ships, when sunrise strikes the waves,
Emerge from the dark with banks of golden oars.
My lonely hands summon those majesties
Whose salty beards amused my soft, light fingers.
I cried. They sang of their nebulous victories
And of those bays where the wake of their warships lingers.
I hear the martial trumpets, the profound
Sea shells beat a rhythm for the flying blades;
The clear song of the oarsmen stills the storms,
And the gods on heroic prows where the rollers pound,
Their ancient smiles battered by foam cascades,
Stretch out to me their indulgent, sculptured arms