Dawnlight On The Sea

When I kneel down the dawn is only breaking;

Sleep fetters still the brown wings of the lark;

The wind blows pure and cool, for day is waking,

But stars are scattered still about the dark.

With open lattice, looking out and praying,

Ere yet the toil and trouble must be faced,

I see a silvery glimmer straying, straying,

To where the faint grey sky-line can be traced:

I see it slowly deepen, broaden, brighten,

With soft snow-fringes sweeping to the land;

The sheeny distance clear, and gleam, and whiten;

The cool cliff-shadows sharpen on the sand.

Some other sea the sunlight is adorning,

But mine is fair ‘neath waning stars and moon.

O friendly face!-O smile that comes at morning,

To shine through all the frowns that come at noon!

A beautiful wet opal-pale tints filling

A thousand shifting shallows-day at length.

The sweet, salt breeze, like richest wine, is thrilling

My drowsy heart and brain with life and strength.

I hear the voice of waters-strong waves dashing

Their white crests on the brown weed-sprinkled sod;

I hear the soft, continuous, measured plashing-

The pulse that vibrates from the heart of God,-

The long wash of the tide upon the shingle,

The rippling ebb of breakers on the shore,

Wherewith my prayers are fain to blend and mingle-

Whereto I set my dreams for evermore.

I hear the lap and swirl, I hear the thunder

In the dark grotto where the children play,-

Where walls to keep the sea and cave asunder,

And frail shell towers, were reared but yesterday.

The flood has filled my soul, and it is sweeping

My foolish stones and pebbles out to sea,

And floating in strange riches for my keeping,-

O friend! O God! I owe my best to Thee.

The best of every day, its peace and beauty,

From Thy mysterious treasure-house is drawn;

Thou teachest me the grace of life and duty,

When we two walk together in the dawn.

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• Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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