48 SEA-SCAPES

I lie and dream in the soft warm sand; and the thunder and surge and the baffled roar Of the sea’s relentless and vain endeavors are a pleasant lullaby, here on shore. Since a little hillock screens yonder ageless tenacious battlings (which shatter, and pass In foam and spume), I appraise, half-nodding, much sand and sky and gaunt nodding grass. And I am content to lie and dream; and I am too drowsy to rise, and see If it be worth breasting—that ocean yonder, which a little hillock hides from me.