The Smile Of The Sea
O the sun’s molten gold seems to spatter and spill
O’er the wavelets so dazzlingly bright,
As they dance to the songs of the sandpiper’s shrill
With their numberless sparkles of light.
For the languorous winds with their deft fingers press
Those wrinkles of sapphire and flame,
And the fires they enkindle all surge to express
A shout of exultant acclaim.
How they twinkle and glitter like sparks from the steel
While the gilded foam chuckles with glee,
Till all nature, attuned to the rapture they feel
Seems aglow with the smile of the sea.