Marshes Of Sandwich
Marshes of Sandwich where slow currents wind
Languidly seeking the outermost sea
Drifting, some ultimate haven to find,
Where far horizons stretch, boundless and free!
Out there beyond the white sea wall of dunes,
Murmurs of ocean that breathe faint and low
Looming like mountain peaks crusted with snow
Weaving blue shadows through hot afternoons.
Languorous meadows where dragon flies dream,
Level green solitudes soothing the eye,
Golden with mist from the sun’s slanting beam
Purpled by patches of cloud floating by.
Prairies beloved of the homing wild geese
Nature’s hurt children are healed by your balm;
How we have longed for the infinite peace
Born of your timeless, unchangeable calm!