A REVERY

The green sea surges up to land; I feel its salt breath on my cheek; In deep-throated tones it seems to speak As it falls thundering, seething on the sand.

The wild gulls circling sweep and cry; A thin mist veils the crimson west; The great, red sun sinks swiftly down to rest; A dying flame crawls flickering up the sky.

Deep darkness, and the sullen boom Of sea receding into dark; I hear a faint, "Hoy, heave hoy!" I mark A vessel's lights that pierce the gloom.

Night! and remoteness of the stars; Vast, unrevealed infinitude Of ocean, and the interlude Of sobbing from the sandy bars!