Far, in the blue haze, dimly seen

Far, in the blue haze, dimly seen, I view the beacon-beaming isle, Stretching its sides in waves serene, Like a gaunt rugged crocodile Bathed in the waters of the Nile; While farther on the horizon’s line The Fifean shores in shadows shine; And as through tansied meads I fly, New images burst on mine eye; For, hark! the wild bee leaves the flower, And pilots me to Aldham’s tower.