by Louis Untermeyer (1885 - 1977)

From "The Swimmers"
Language: English 
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.

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