Show FLOOD TIDE fo every artist howsoeer his thought Unfolds itself before the eyes of men Whether through sculptors chise ports pen Or painters wondrous brush there comes full fraught With instant revelation lightning wrought A moment or supremest heartswell when The mind leaps to the tidal crest and then Sweeps on triumphant to the harbor sought Wait eager spirit till the topping waves Shall roll their gathering strength in one and lift From out the swamping trough the galleon free Mount with the whirl command the rush that raves A maelstrom round then proudly shoreward shore-ward drift Rich freighted as an Indian argosy ar-gosy Margaret J Breston American Sonnets Son-nets |