All is not pain, their eyes declare;
The shoreward ripples are their voice,
The sunset, streaming through their hair,
Coils round me in a fiery flood,
And all the sounds of that rich air
Are in the beating of my blood,
Crying: Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!
Rejoice, because such skies are blue,
Each dawn, above a world so fair,
Because such glories still renew