A REVERY

The green sea surges up to land;

I feel its salt breath on my cheek;

In deep-throated tones it seems to speak

As it falls thundering, seething on the sand.

The wild gulls circling sweep and cry;

A thin mist veils the crimson west;

The great, red sun sinks swiftly down to rest;

A dying flame crawls flickering up the sky.

Deep darkness, and the sullen boom

Of sea receding into dark;

I hear a faint, “Hoy, heave hoy!” I mark

A vessel's lights that pierce the gloom.

Night! and remoteness of the stars;

Vast, unrevealed infinitude

Of ocean, and the interlude

Of sobbing from the sandy bars!