A SUMMER DAY.
At day-break in the fresh light, joyfully
The fishermen drew in their laden net;
The shore shone rosy purple and the sea
Was streaked with violet;
The fishermen drew in their laden net;
The shore shone rosy purple and the sea
Was streaked with violet;
And pink with sunrise, many a shadowy sail
Lay southward, lighting up the sleeping bay;
And in the west the white moon, still and pale,
Faded before the day.
Lay southward, lighting up the sleeping bay;
And in the west the white moon, still and pale,
Faded before the day.
Silence was everywhere. The rising tide
Slowly filled every cove and inlet small;
A musical low whisper, multiplied,
You heard, and that was all.
Slowly filled every cove and inlet small;
A musical low whisper, multiplied,
You heard, and that was all.
No clouds at dawn, but as the sun climbed higher,
White columns, thunderous, splendid, up the sky
Floated and stood, heaped in his steady fire,
A stately company.
White columns, thunderous, splendid, up the sky
Floated and stood, heaped in his steady fire,
A stately company.
