VII.

A gurly breeze swept from the pool

The Autumn peace so blue and cool,

Which all day long had dreamed thereon

Of men and things aforetime gone,

Their vanished joy, their ended dule:

So glooms the sea, so sounds her brool,

As from the East at eve comes on

A gurly breeze.

Sense yields to Fancy‘ neath whose rule

This inland scene is quickly full

Of ocean moods wherein I con

As in a picture; quickly gone.

To what sweet use the mind may school

A gurly breeze!