Bore Baltic Sea Poem by William He

Watching the Tidal
Bore Baltic Sea
By William He

Seagulls are wheeling above,
Specks of rock are faint in a row,
Wave being bigger and trough being deep.
Dripping wet from the spray,
Cruiser cleaves through the waves in array,
Magnificant Nordic scenery on a fall day.
Sunset tints hills along the shore,
Water birds stand on the buttock,
The evening glow far and wide.
The steam whistle is blowing,
With the sea month serenade the tides play.

The Vasa, symbols of power and courage,
Sank at the start of her maiden voyage,
With halberds defeat and crack.
Wreckage, only the lonely winding,
Success or failure once your back turns,
Heroes here are scoured away by the waves.
After the demise of Charles XII in fiord,
Peter the Great as proud as a peacock,
But one can not put back the clock.
Amber cups are brimmed with nectar,
In a mood can few understand now.

望海潮
波罗的海
作者：何威廉

白鸥悠婉，
礁群隐约，
倚栏波谷溟瀛。
濛水沐风，
冲浪大舶，
北欧万里秋清。
落日野山青，
眷鸟船亭疏，
碧宇腾晶。
舷笛声中，
轻吟一曲引潮升。

英魂瓦萨飘萦，
旆旌湍怒坠，
折戟哀茕。
寥寂空帷，
长烟落幕，
唯闻铁骑残兵。
偏霸峡湾憎，
沙俄熊蹄疾，
斗转参横。
琥珀金杯长满，
弦乐酒难停。