Up and down! Up and down! From the base of the wave to the billows crown; And amidst the flashing and feathery foam The Stormy Petrel finds a home, A home, if such a place may be, For her who lives on the wide, wide sea, On the craggy ice, in the frozen air, And only seeketh her rocky lair To warm her young and to teach them spring At once oer the waves on their stormy wing! Barry CornwallThe Stormy Petrel.
Between two seas the sea-birds wing makes halt, Wind-weary; while with lifting head he waits For breath to reinspire him from the gates That open still toward sunrise on the vault High-domed of morning. SwinburneSongs of the Spring Tides. Introductory lines to Birthday Ode to Victor Hugo.