| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 110. Young Sea |
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| THE SEA is never still. | |
| It pounds on the shore | |
| Restless as a young heart, | |
| Hunting. | |
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| The sea speaks | 5 |
| And only the stormy hearts | |
| Know what it says: | |
| It is the face | |
| of a rough mother speaking. | |
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| The sea is young. | 10 |
| One storm cleans all the hoar | |
| And loosens the age of it. | |
| I hear it laughing, reckless. | |
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| They love the sea, | |
| Men who ride on it | 15 |
| And know they will die | |
| Under the salt of it | |
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| Let only the young come, | |
| Says the sea. | |
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| Let them kiss my face | 20 |
| And hear me. | |
| I am the last word | |
| And I tell | |
| Where storms and stars come from. | |
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