Algernon Charles Swinburne,
A Midsummer Holiday and Other Poems…
(1884)
“ Till now that the twain of us here, in desire of the dawn and in trust of the sea, Strike out from the shore as the heart in us bids and beseeches, athirst for the foam. Friend, earth is a harbour of refuge for winter, a covert whereunder to flee When day is the vassal of night, and the strength of the hosts of her mightier than he; But here is the presence adored of me, here my desire is at rest and at home. There are cliffs to be climbed upon land, there are ways to be trodden and ridden: but we Strike out from the shore as the heart in us bids and beseeches, athirst for the foam. ”
