lewis edwin capps : the surf rider, hawaii, 1920
A boiling surge of silver spray,
A glint of sunlight on a nymph
From Neptune's own abode beneath the sea.
A fearless plunge
From oflf an age old tow'ring rock
Into the breaker's heaving crest
And Neptune's daughter is at home again.
The wind may rise.
And with the rising tide.
Bring flooding seas that roll and break
Like Jove's great thunder on the mountain top.
But thundering seas and dashing spray.
To this fair bather on Hawaii's shore
Are but a welcome greeting and a magic call
To romp and play in Neptune's crystal pool.
tumbling tide he waits
While the smaller waves roll by.
Scorning to challenge the lesser surf
Choosing with only the great to vie.
is swift and high and strong
And his board is tossed like a chip in the air
While the rider, quick as a lightning flash.
Dives for his life, nor a moment to spare.
up, and again in his place.
With the breakers rolling by
For a sportsman true is this son of Neptune,
With a heart that will do or die.
smother and out from the foam
Straight as an arrow he speeds away
Chased by the breaker's rolling crest,
A statue bathed in a whirl of spray.
speed of an aeroplane
'Til the breaker sinks in a quiet tide, -
The surfer drops near the sandy shore -
Then back to the reef for another ride.
Oahu's windward shore,
I can hear the crash and the sullen roar
Of the towering waves, as they roll, wind-blown,
To drive and pound on her walls of stone.
horse in a battle wide,
As to war's wild hell they gallop and ride,
And race and fall in a seething tide,
Forever and ever and evermore.
A Song of Hawaii
Illustrations by the author.
Paradise of the Pacific, Honolulu,1920