Dawn By The Sea

Beautiful, cold, freshness of light reveals The black masts, mirrored with their shadowy spars, The hill--gloom and the sleeping wharf, and steals Up magical faint heights of fading stars. I hear the waves, on the long shingle thrown, Slowly draw backward, plunge, and never cease. Against that sea--sound the earth--stillness lone Builds vaster in the early light's increase. O falling blind waves, in my heart you break; Outcast and far from my own self I seem, With alien sense in a strange air awake, The body and projection of a dream. Turn back, pale Dawn, or bring that light to me Which yesterday was lost beyond the sea.