Look, stranger, at this island now <br />The leaping light for your delight discovers, <br />Stand stable here <br />And silent be, <br />That through the channels of the ear <br />May wander like a river <br />The swaying sound of the sea. <br /> <br />Here at the small field's ending pause <br />Where the chalk wall falls to the foam, and its tall ledges <br />Oppose the pluck <br />And knock of the tide, <br />And the shingle scrambles after the suck- <br />ing surf, <br />and the gull lodges <br />A moment on its sheer side. <br /> <br />Far off like floating seeds the ships <br />Diverge on urgent voluntary errands; <br />And the full view <br />Indeed may enter <br />And move in memory as now these clouds do, <br />That pass the harbour mirror <br />And all the summer through the water saunter.<br /><br />Wystan Hugh Auden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seascape-2/
