Once I release at twilight's gleam
The shoulder and the lap-borne stakes
From my dark dress, a lie undone,
And pale and bare, dive at the sun
And show my youth to my old sea –
The breakers will in waves atone
And ready me for solemn days.
And each will tremble, each will shake,
So how should I shout back alone?
It scares me so ...
Yet I know light-wrapped waves entice
The last remains of freshest wind;
And there again my arms will rise,
And once again will it begin.