Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (02) Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto III (02)

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto III (02)

Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
That knows his rider. Welcome to their roar!
Swift be their guidance, wheresoe’er it lead!
Though the strained mast should quiver as a reed,
And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale,
Still must I on; for I am as a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean’s foam, to sail
Where’er the surge may sweep, the tempest’s breath prevail.