How White And Level The Plain

How white and level the plain That stretches to the sea-ridge The sea-ridge beyond which The sea roars in and out And laps against the giant rocks This night. I startle - the moon’s light Which I thought feeble -- Clearly the plain before me lights And the dark bosom of the sea Entering and going silver shines When the moon-rays with the dark waves commix This night. No sound save for my steps and the sea’s waves And here and there a few cool gusts of wind. No-body save for me - the rest so silent is: The temples high above in black silhouette Rise like pointed turrets to the sky In silent draped and in dress funereal I walk, I think, I look at the seas, Tears come to my eyes and fall and fall This night.