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.