Charles Ives - From "The Swimmers"
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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