Sonnets Round the Coast by H. D. Rawnsley |
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ON SHINING SANDS. |
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I. ON SHINING SANDS.
When I lament how many seem to goBlurring the heaven reflected at their feet,
Unthinking that the upward gaze is sweet,
Not daring, oceanwards, to breast the blow
Of those long crashing walls of falling snow,
And, out beyond, the hurricance to meet,
Their blind lives ventureless and incomplete
Because so little of the world they know,—
A voice makes answer, You, who breast the foam
And look into the face of heaven, forget
The downcast hearts, sad eyes, and feebler hands:
For these the shores in glory shining wet
Make life's dull level seem an Angel's home;
These find their rainbows on the foam-wreathed sands.
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