And musing, see across the bay,
The white sails gleaming far away!
The flash of foam, the sunshine's glint,
The ever-changing tone and tint,
Of purple, grey, and malachite,
And shadows flitting 'fore the light.
While overhead the summer breeze
Plays sweet leaf music in the trees!
And 'neath the cliff, a muffled roar—
The ceaseless sigh of surf on shore!