From Montauk PointI stand as on some mighty eagle’s beak,Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing, (nothing but sea and sky,)The tossing waves, the foam, the ships in the distance,The wild unrest, the snowy, curling caps—that inbound urge and urgeof waves,Seeking the shores forever.
I stand as on some mighty eagle’s beak,Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing, (nothing but sea and sky,)The tossing waves, the foam, the ships in the distance,The wild unrest, the snowy, curling caps—that inbound urge and urgeof waves,Seeking the shores forever.