The Russian Review/Volume 1/March 1916/The Ninth Wave
The Ninth Wave.
By P. Yakubovich.
Rendered into English Verse by Alice Stone Blackwell.
Not for every plashing wavelet
Watches keen the helmsman's eye;
He awaits the last huge roller,
When the ninth wave surges high.
But until that last strong roller
Swells with deep, decisive roar,
We must meet the strife and effort
Of the waves that go before.
Even though we scarce perceive them,
Sinking vanquished to their grave,
Wait, O brethren, wait with courage
For the ninth, the conqu'ring wave!