Along this coast I led the vacant Hours <br />To the lone sunshine on the uneven strand, <br />And nipt the stubborn grass and juicier flowers <br />With one unconscious inobservant hand, <br />While crept the other by degrees more near <br />Until it rose the cherisht form around, <br />And prest it closer, only that the ear <br />Might lean, and deeper drink some half-heard <br />sound.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/along-this-coast-i-led-the-vacant-hours/
