Then the swift plunge into the cool green dark, the windy waters rushing past me, through me; Filled with the sense of some heroic lark, exulting in a vigor clean and roomy. Swiftly I rose to meet the feline sea... Pitting against a cold turbulent strife, The feverish intensity of life... Out of the foam I lurched and rode the wave Swimming hand over hand, over hand, against the wind; I felt the sea's vain pounding, and I grinned knowing I was its master, not its slave.
- by Louis Untermeyer (1885 - 1977), from the Yale Review, first published 1915 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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