Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Sonnets. VI. By the Sea-SideJames Drummond Burns (18231864)
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Which catch soft lights of emerald ere they break;
Let the small ripple fret the sand, and make
The faintest chime of music, such as dwells
Far down within the sea-conch’s murmuring cells,—
While, hovering o’er the spray, the white birds wet
Their wings, and shouting fishers draw the net
To land, and far sails glitter on the swells.
’Tis bliss to rest, the while these soft blue skies
Breathe over Earth their benison of peace,
To feel these lovely forms enchant the eyes,
And grow into the mind by slow degrees,—
Till, breathless as a woodland pool, it lies,
And sleeps above its sleeping images.