 | Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell |  |
BY THE SEA—KYNANCE COVE.
A day of sunshine, pure and sweet,
A day of beauty on the sea,
When summer makes the earth complete,
And gentle gales blow fresh and free.
A day of beauty on the sea,
When summer makes the earth complete,
And gentle gales blow fresh and free.
The green waves break against the shore,
As on the seething billows come,
And round the rocks their waters pour,
Then break in showers of silver foam.
As on the seething billows come,
And round the rocks their waters pour,
Then break in showers of silver foam.
A thousand colours glint and play
Upon the wet and golden sand,
And opal lights gleam thro' the spray,
And fall in rainbows on the strand.
Upon the wet and golden sand,
And opal lights gleam thro' the spray,
And fall in rainbows on the strand.
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Here could I sit thro' tranquil days,
And, while the waters curl and cream,
And glide into the soft-curved bays,
Muse in a quiet, happy dream.
And, while the waters curl and cream,
And glide into the soft-curved bays,
Muse in a quiet, happy dream.
And thankful thoughts within me rise
For beauty of the earth and sea,
And wonder if God's Paradise
Than this fair scene can fairer be.
For beauty of the earth and sea,
And wonder if God's Paradise
Than this fair scene can fairer be.
| Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell | |