Morning on the Shore
Thelake is blue with morning; and the skySweet, clear, and burnished as an orient pearl.High in its vastness scream and skim and whirlWhite gull-flocks where the gleaming beaches dieInto dim distance, where great marshes lie.Far in ashore the woods are warm with dreams,The dew-wet road in ruddy sunlight gleams,The sweet, cool earth, the clear blue heaven on high.Across the morn a carolling school-boy goes,Filling the world with youth to heaven’s stair;Some chattering squirrel answers from his tree;But down beyond the headland, where ice-floesAre great in winter, pleading in mute prayer,A dead, drowned face stares up immutably.
Thelake is blue with morning; and the skySweet, clear, and burnished as an orient pearl.High in its vastness scream and skim and whirlWhite gull-flocks where the gleaming beaches dieInto dim distance, where great marshes lie.Far in ashore the woods are warm with dreams,The dew-wet road in ruddy sunlight gleams,The sweet, cool earth, the clear blue heaven on high.Across the morn a carolling school-boy goes,Filling the world with youth to heaven’s stair;Some chattering squirrel answers from his tree;But down beyond the headland, where ice-floesAre great in winter, pleading in mute prayer,A dead, drowned face stares up immutably.
Thelake is blue with morning; and the skySweet, clear, and burnished as an orient pearl.High in its vastness scream and skim and whirlWhite gull-flocks where the gleaming beaches dieInto dim distance, where great marshes lie.Far in ashore the woods are warm with dreams,The dew-wet road in ruddy sunlight gleams,The sweet, cool earth, the clear blue heaven on high.
Across the morn a carolling school-boy goes,Filling the world with youth to heaven’s stair;Some chattering squirrel answers from his tree;But down beyond the headland, where ice-floesAre great in winter, pleading in mute prayer,A dead, drowned face stares up immutably.