Sweep, wild winds, sweep...

...and tear the deep to atoms in the storm.

(quoting Paul Laurence Dunbar)



Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow, Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray...

“Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, 

To have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?”

(Matthew Arnold)