Riding my bike down the long steep hill
I need not pedal more,
For swift I fly, fly faster still—
A seagull bound for shore!
And the trees and bushes wing on past,
And wind whips through my hair!
The world is mine, all mine at last,
Brand new, without a care!
O Speed, great Speed, I love your life;
I’m with you, in you, through!
This joyous place of wond’rous strife
Makes me a new thing, too!
And now the beach comes rising clear,
The glitt’ring sands await;
I leap from seat and speed my feet,
O roaring waves, I’m here!