Songs of Three Counties, and Other Poems - Radclyffe Hall

Her burning limbs, and bathes her sun-kissed mouth.

And above all things, silent and at rest,

I mind me of a little quiet bay,

Set like a sapphire in the golden day,

With never ship to scourge its tranquil breast.

Oh! happy waters of that quiet bay,

So near my heart—and yet so far away!

Pale depth of sky, serene and wonderful,

Within whose fold the lamps of early stars