I like to wait by the Ocean expanse,
To watch its wild waves come careering in,
In regular order unknown to chance.
I like the scent of the weeds that they bear,
And their rolling sound on the pebbly beach;
I like the touch of the salt-flavour'd air;
There is beauty, pleasure, and health in each.
A little hotel in Bellhaven stands,
Where dinners are serv'd remarkably well,
And sometimes Harry slips out of my hands