Dorothy Parker - Fair Weather lyrics

This level reach of blue is not my sea Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun Whose quiet ripples meet obediently A marked and measured line, one after one This is no sea of mine. that humbly laves Untroubled sands, spread glittering and warm I have a need of wilder, crueler waves They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm So let a love beat over me again Loosing its million desperate breakers wide Sudden and terrible to rise and wane Roaring the heavens apart; a reckless tide That casts upon the heart, as it recedes Splinters and spars and dripping, salty weeds