Beautiful, cold, freshness of light reveals <br />The black masts, mirrored with their shadowy spars, <br />The hill--gloom and the sleeping wharf, and steals <br />Up magical faint heights of fading stars. <br /> <br />I hear the waves, on the long shingle thrown, <br />Slowly draw backward, plunge, and never cease. <br />Against that sea--sound the earth--stillness lone <br />Builds vaster in the early light's increase. <br /> <br />O falling blind waves, in my heart you break; <br />Outcast and far from my own self I seem, <br />With alien sense in a strange air awake, <br />The body and projection of a dream. <br /> <br />Turn back, pale Dawn, or bring that light to me <br />Which yesterday was lost beyond the sea.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-by-the-sea/
