Fleshwick Bay

There, in azure blue limpidity,
the restless sea lay hushed, and softly kissed
the glistening pebbles sleeping at her edge.
Her surface, veined with clear green delicate jade,
was cool and still as marble, and the wailing
cry of a gleaming seagull seemed to croon
a wild sea-lullaby to the drowsy world.

The sea had thrown her magic circles, wisps
of foam, around the stern grey rocks, with bands
of sleek green seaweed stained, and they,
forgetful of their grim aloofness, smiled
upon their calm reflections in the deep
untroubled water. Far away on the dim
horizon rose the drowsy curling smoke
of a home-returning trawler, while the wailing
cry of the gleaming seagull seemed to croon
a wild sea-lullaby to the drowsy world.