Up and down! Up and down! From the base of the wave to the billow’s crown; And amidst the flashing and feathery foam The Stormy Petrel finds a home,– A home, if such a place may be, For her who lives on the wide, wide sea, On the craggy ice, in the frozen air, And only seeketh her rocky lair To warm her young and to teach them spring At once o’er the waves on their stormy wing!
