The sea is never still. br It pounds on the shore br Restless as a young heart, br Hunting. br br The sea speaks br And only the stormy hearts br Know what it says: br It is the face br of a rough mother speaking. br br The sea is young. br One storm cleans all the hoar br And loosens the age of it. br I hear it laughing, reckless. br br They love the sea, br Men who ride on it br And know they will die br Under the salt of it br br Let only the young come, br Says the sea. br br Let them kiss my face br And hear me. br I am the last word br And I tell br Where storms and stars come from.