As if to draw to the deep blue sea,
Where no searching eye could find them.
But rocks were firm, and the waves though strong
Were foiled in their kind endeavour;
Then what they could not change they bathed,
And rising higher ever,
They came and came, till they covered o’er
The black old rocks of that stubborn shore.
They were there the same as of old, I knew,
But hidden now with a robe of blue.