Sunlight and shrill cicada and the low, <br />Slow, sleepy kissing of the sea and shore, <br />And rumor of the wind. The morning wore <br />A sullen face of fog that lifted slow, <br />Letting her eyes gleam through of grayest glow; <br />Wearing a look like that which once she wore <br />When, Gloucesterward from Dogtown there, they bore <br />Some old witchwife with many a gibe and blow. <br />But now the day has put off every care, <br />And sits at peace beside the smiling sea, <br />Dreaming bright dreams with lazy-lidded eyes: <br />One is a castle, precipiced in air, <br />And one a golden galleons can it be <br />'Tis but the cloudworld of the sunset skies?<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-summer-sea/
