My thoughts are often on the sea,
Or where it meets the land;
A part of my knight-errantry
As o’er the globe I’ve spanned
In lavender and purple hues
Brave Helios has set;
Across, its slanting rays diffuse
Into a violet
The footsteps of a pilgrim there
Upon the holy coast;
As sea-songs scatter to the air
The amaranthine host
Then I sit down upon the sand
And face towards the sea:
A moment on the sacred strand
Of pure
Tranquility
