The cavemen here, the cavemen there
Evolved east, evolved north and everywhere
We, receving the language gift from the ancient past
Will it live? Will it last? ...
Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night
A radiant maiden in the moon's soft light;
The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails,
Forgetful of the fury of her gales;
To-morrow, mad with storms, the ocean roars,
And o'er his hapless wreck the flood she pours!