By the Sea-Shore WHY stand we gazing on the sparkling brine, With wonder smit by its transparency, And all enraptured with its purity?— Because the unstained, the clear, the crystalline Have ever in them something of benign; Whether in gem, in water, or in sky, A sleeping infant’s brow, or wakeful eye Of a young maiden, only not divine. Scarcely the hand forbears to dip its palm For beverage drawn as from a mountain well. Temptation centres in the liquid calm; Our daily raiment seems no obstacle To instantaneous plunging in, deep sea! And revelling in long embrace with thee. |
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