SUMMER BY THE SEA

This is a song of summer by the sea,

Of surge-profundos chanted o'er and o'er;

Of ancient wrath and immemorial glee,

And of the ships that sailed and come no more.

This is a song of summer by the sea,

Of half-forgotten runes made long ago,

Of moon-wrought marvel and of mystery,

Of glamor — of the glow and after-glow.

This is a song of summer by the sea,

Of subtleties of change, of strange unrest;

Of dreams unfathomable that form and flee

Like drifts of mist above the ocean's breast.