I

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.