All this is mine, as I lie dreaming here,

High on the windy terrace, day by day;

And mine the children’s laughter, sweet and clear,

Ringing across the bay.

For me the clouds; the ships sail by for me;

For me the petulant sea-gull takes its flight;

And mine the tender moonrise on the sea,

And hollow caves of night.

[¹] By special permission of the Author.