That see from shore to where the sky line lies,

Where blue sea fades in bluer skies

Soft, doth the tide creep

O’er the golden sands

With sea-weed strands

Which, mayhap, knew the dawn of other lands.

(R. B. IV.)

Write thirty lines of blank verse on “Pegasus.”

The sky was blue and flecked with tiny clouds

Like sheep they ran before the driving wind