There was a light upon the sea that made <br />Familiar things mysterious, which to teach, <br />With inarticulate, alluring speech, <br />The living wind with lisping tongue essayed. <br />O'er sand and weed and spongy moss I strayed <br />And lifeless, orient shells, musing on each; <br />While casting nets with ever wider reach <br />A fisher plied his immemorial trade. <br />A sea-bird winged the aerial solitude <br />Searching the deep for his appointed dole, <br />Where his wide-wandering flocks the ocean feeds; <br />And with the day's full orbed strength indued, <br />At one with all, by all illumed, my soul <br />Pulsed to the rhythmus of immortal deeds.<br /><br />Peter McArthur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-salt-marshes/
