The sands are alive with sunshine, <br />The bathers lounge and throng, <br />And out in the bay a bugle <br />Is lilting a gallant song. <br /> <br />The clouds go racing eastward, <br />The blithe wind cannot rest, <br />And a shard on the shingle flashes <br />Like the shining soul of a jest; <br /> <br />While children romp in the surges, <br />And sweethearts wander free, <br />And the Firth as with laughter dimples . . . <br />I would it were deep over me!<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sands-are-alive-with-sunshine/
