| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 795. The Wild Geese |
| | | By James Herbert Morse |
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| THE WILD geese, flying in the night, behold | |
| Our sunken towns lie underneath a sea, | |
| Which buoys them on its billows. Liberty | |
| They have, but such as those frail barques of old | |
| That crossed unsounded mains to search our wold. | 5 |
| To them the night unspeakable is free; | |
| They have the moon and stars for company; | |
| To them no foe but the remorseless cold, | |
| And froth of polar currents darting past, | |
| That have been nigh the world’s-end lair of storms. | 10 |
| Enormous billows float their fragile forms. | |
| Yes, those frail beings, tossing on the Vast | |
| Of wild revolving winds, feel no dismay! | |
| ’T is we who dread the thunder, and not they. | |
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