Poems (E. L. F.)/On the sea-shore
ON THE SEA-SHORE.
Glad sight of the ocean,
Where each dancing wave,
With its brightening emotion,
The beach doth enlave.
Oh! I wander in fancy
Each billow to meet,
And smile with a gladness
As they break at my feet.
And I sit by the shore
In a wild dreamy mood,
And think o'er and o'er
In this sweet solitude.
Yet my thoughts scarcely gather
One definite gleam,
For they flit and roll on
Like the varying stream.
Where each dancing wave,
With its brightening emotion,
The beach doth enlave.
Oh! I wander in fancy
Each billow to meet,
And smile with a gladness
As they break at my feet.
And I sit by the shore
In a wild dreamy mood,
And think o'er and o'er
In this sweet solitude.
Yet my thoughts scarcely gather
One definite gleam,
For they flit and roll on
Like the varying stream.
And each hour passes on
In this dreamy repose,
Like each wave that is gone
Ere another arose.
Oh, I love the deep waters!
And the voice of the sea
Hath a music untold
In its rapture for me.
In this dreamy repose,
Like each wave that is gone
Ere another arose.
Oh, I love the deep waters!
And the voice of the sea
Hath a music untold
In its rapture for me.