At the Sea-Side.

O solitary shining sea1
                        
                        That ripples in the sun,2
                        
                        O grey and melancholy sea,3
                        
                        O’er which the shadows run ;4
                        O many-voiced and angry sea,5
                        
                        Breaking with moan and strain,—6
                        
                        I, like a humble, chastened child,7
                        
                        Come back to thee again ;8
                        And build child-castles and dig moats9
                        
                        Upon the quiet sands,10
                        
                        And twist the cliff-convolvulus11
                        
                        Once more, round idle hands ;12
                        And look across that ocean line,13
                        
                        As o’er life’s summer sea,14
                        
                        Where many a hope went sailing once,15
                        
                        Full set, with canvas free.16
                        Strange, strange to think how some of 
them17
                        
                        them17
Their silver sails have furled,18
                        
                        And some have whitely glided down19
                        
                        Into the under world ;20
                        And some, dismasted, tossed and torn,21
                        
                        Put back in port once more,22
                        
                        Thankful to ride, with freight still safe,23
                        
                        At anchor near the shore.24
                        
Stranger it is to lie at ease25
                        
                        As now, with thoughts that fly26
                        
                        More light and wandering than sea-birds27
                        
                        Between the waves and sky :28
                        To play child’s play with shells and 
weeds,29
                        
                        weeds,29
And view the ocean grand30
                        
                        But as one wave that may submerge31
                        
                        A baby-house of sand ;32
                        And not once look, or look by chance,33
                        
                        With old dreams quite supprest,34
                        
                        Across that mystic wild sea-world35
                        
                        Of infinite unrest.36
                        O ever solitary sea,37
                        
                        Of which we all have found38
                        
                        Somewhat to dream or say—the type39
                        
                        Of things without a bound—40
                        Love, long as life, and strong as death ;41
                        
                        Faith, humble as sublime ;42
                        
                        Eternity, whose large depths hold43
                        
                        The wrecks of this small Time ;—44
                        Unchanging, everlasting sea !45
                        
                        To spirits soothed and calm46
                        
                        Thy restless moan of other years47
                        
                        Becomes an endless psalm.48