From Sea Island MiscellanyV
One grey and foaming day
I looked from my lee shore
landwards and across the bay:
my eyes grew small and sore.
Low in the low sea-waves
the coastline sank from sight;
the viewless, full sea-graves
stood open like the night:
(sea waters are most bare
when darkness spreads her trawl,
the sea-night winds her snare
either for ship or soul).
Once along this coast
my fathers made their sail
and were with all hands lost,
outweathered in a gale.
Now from long looking I
have come on second sight,
there where the lost shores lie
the sea is breeding night.
The wind was in another country, and
the day had gathered to its heart of noon
the sum of silence, heat, and stricken time.
Not a ripple spread. The sea mirrored
perfectly all the nothing in the sky.
We had to walk about to keep our eyes
from seeing nothing, and our hearts from stopping
at nothing. Then most suddenly we saw
horizon on horizon lifting up
out of the sea's edge a shining mountain
sun-yellow and sea-green; against it surf