Whose endless anthem knows not any hush:
And ever answering from the pines sweep down
The wailing chords the wandering wind doth wake—
Sad undertones that through June’s singing break,
But cannot dim her roses’ radiant crown,
Beyond whose jewelled zone spreads on and on
The long, low level of the endless sea,
Blue with the shadow of infinity
From cloudless skies, in sparkling light, dropped down;
With here and there a sail, in shade and light,