The Knickerbocker/Volume 1/Number 2/The Albatross

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THE ALBATROSS.

"Tis said the Albatross never rests.". . . . . . .Buffon.

Where the fathomless waves in magnificence toss,Homeless and high soars the wild Albatross—Unwearied, undaunted, unshrinking, alone,The ocean, his empire—the tempest, his throne.When the terrible whirlwind raves wild o'er the surge,And the hurricane howls out the mariner's dirge,In thy glory thou spurnest the dark-heaving sea,Proud bird of the ocean-world—homeless and free.When the winds are at rest, and the sun in his glow,And the glittering tide sleeps in beauty below,In the pride of thy power triumphant aboveWith thy mate thou art holding thy revels of love.Untir'd, unfetter'd, unwatch'd, unconfin'd,Be my spirit like thee in the world of the mind,No leaning for earth e'er to weary its flight,And fresh as thy pinion in regions of light.

Orcatia.

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