From De Vigny
Come on the sea, beloved,
Fearless and free;
Leave friends and wealth behind;
Come, come with me.
My bark on the water shines
A fairy thing; --
See her pennon, mast, and keel!
She is but a little shell,
Yet there I am king.
The earth was made for the slave,
Oh maiden free!
But for man, the stern and brave,
The boundless sea.
The waves breathe in their flow
A mystery,
And tenderly they sing,
In their soft murmuring, --
Love, Liberty.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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