GEORGE MARTIN
LOVER of Man, if not of God, the SeaThat took thy latest breath, and fondly boreIts music round the world from shore to shore,Will never cease to make lament for thee;For thou wert of its spirit, tameless, free,At war with ermined Custom, and the hoarEnslavements of a venerated lore,—At deadly feud with all the Powers that be.Supreme Enchanter, lord of rhythmic sound,Child of Imagination, born for flight,Loved of all poets, and by all men crownedThe foe of every form of savage might,Thou wert the true Prometheus unbound,Whose genius shaped an Era's golden height.
LOVER of Man, if not of God, the SeaThat took thy latest breath, and fondly boreIts music round the world from shore to shore,Will never cease to make lament for thee;For thou wert of its spirit, tameless, free,At war with ermined Custom, and the hoarEnslavements of a venerated lore,—At deadly feud with all the Powers that be.Supreme Enchanter, lord of rhythmic sound,Child of Imagination, born for flight,Loved of all poets, and by all men crownedThe foe of every form of savage might,Thou wert the true Prometheus unbound,Whose genius shaped an Era's golden height.
LOVER of Man, if not of God, the SeaThat took thy latest breath, and fondly boreIts music round the world from shore to shore,Will never cease to make lament for thee;For thou wert of its spirit, tameless, free,At war with ermined Custom, and the hoarEnslavements of a venerated lore,—At deadly feud with all the Powers that be.Supreme Enchanter, lord of rhythmic sound,Child of Imagination, born for flight,Loved of all poets, and by all men crownedThe foe of every form of savage might,Thou wert the true Prometheus unbound,Whose genius shaped an Era's golden height.
LOVER of Man, if not of God, the Sea
That took thy latest breath, and fondly bore
Its music round the world from shore to shore,
Will never cease to make lament for thee;
For thou wert of its spirit, tameless, free,
At war with ermined Custom, and the hoar
Enslavements of a venerated lore,—
At deadly feud with all the Powers that be.
Supreme Enchanter, lord of rhythmic sound,
Child of Imagination, born for flight,
Loved of all poets, and by all men crowned
The foe of every form of savage might,
Thou wert the true Prometheus unbound,
Whose genius shaped an Era's golden height.