Twelve hours along the glowing strand
The sunlight, like a flame, hath lain;
The surf is swelling on the sand,
And day is on the wane;
And, like a shadow on the shore,
The pallid plover winnows by,
And, like a ghost’s, the heron’s cry
Rises above the breakers’ roar.
And eddies down the sky.
Who saw her gliding from the stocks