DAWN-BLISS

I went out at dawn,

Pelicans were fishing,

Big-beaked, grey and brown;

Little waves were swishing.

Clouds creamed the sky,

As shells creamed the shore;

Wild aery hues of beauty

Round seemed to pour!

I went out at dawn,

Pelicans were floating,

Big beaks on their breasts;

Up the sun came boating.

“Ship ahoy!” I cried,

To his golden sail.

Bliss-winds of beauty in me

Broke — to a gale!

I went out at dawn,

Pelicans were winging.

Palms waved passion plumes,

Beach sands were singing.

Stripped, save of strength,

I plunged into the sea

And swam, till the bliss of beauty

Died away in me.