ON THE DUNES.

Here all night on the dunes

In the rocking wind we sleep,

Watched by sentry stars,

Lulled by the drone of the deep.

Till hark, in the chill of the dawn

A field lark wakes and cries,

And over the floor of the sea

We watch the round sun rise.

The world is washed once more

In a tide of purple and gold,

And the heart of the land is filled

With desires and dreams untold.