By The Sea.

The heat is on the sea, and Noon Has hushed the sounds upon the shore; There is a silence evermore That with the heart is so in tune That ear and eye their senses steep As if within a dreamy dew, As charmed as when the bells of Sleep To Night's church, Sweet, are calling you. A sail far off hushed in the light Comes into view and fades, as 'twere Something that rose from slumber there: E'en as a blind man musing might Image a bird upon the wing, The picture seems to us the same, The whole bright noon around the thing, As if it with the silence came. And still we lie in the warm grass, Our senses on the shining sea, While thought like a sweet lethargy Counts not the moments as they pass; As time itself had ceased to stir, The glamour here on everything Grows one with us, as all things were Where now no winds are wandering.