The Sea-Wolf

The wind rushed in from off the sea, The waves, they broke and roared like a beast, In that savage world of tossing foam, Where the salt and spray meet for their feast.

Nature’s wildness calls a man, To rise against, to lose himself, In the splendor of the furious tide, To become like the storm, the spirit, the elf.

He stood upon that heaving deck, A grin of freedom on his face, For every wave that fell and crashed, Brought forth the thrill of nature’s grace.

• Jack London