ON THE BEACH.NIGHT, a grey sky, a ghostly sea,The soft beginning of the rain:Black on the horizon, sails that waneInto the distance mistily.The tide is rising, I can hearThe soft roar broadening far along;It cries and murmurs in my carA sleepy old forgotten song.Softly the stealthy night descends,The black sails fade into the sky:Is this not, where the sea-line ends,The shore-line of infinity?I cannot think or dream: the greyUnending waste of sea and night,Dull, impotently infinite,Blots out the very hope of day.
NIGHT, a grey sky, a ghostly sea,The soft beginning of the rain:Black on the horizon, sails that waneInto the distance mistily.
The tide is rising, I can hearThe soft roar broadening far along;It cries and murmurs in my carA sleepy old forgotten song.
Softly the stealthy night descends,The black sails fade into the sky:Is this not, where the sea-line ends,The shore-line of infinity?
I cannot think or dream: the greyUnending waste of sea and night,Dull, impotently infinite,Blots out the very hope of day.