Look, stranger, on this island now

     The leaping light for your delight discovers,

     Stand stable here

     And silent be,

     That through the channels of the ear

     May wander like a river

     The swaying sound of the sea.

     Here at a small field's ending pause

     Where the chalk wall falls to the foam and its tall ledges

     Oppose the pluck

     And knock of the tide,

     And the shingle scrambles after the suck —

     — ing surf, and a gull lodges

     A moment on its sheer side.

     Far off like floating seeds the ships

     Diverge on urgent voluntary errands,

     And this full view

     Indeed may enter

     And move in memory as now these clouds do,

     That pass the harbour mirror

     And all the summer through the water saunter.