LOW TIDE

The sun on the reeds an’ rushes, An’ the sand outstretched before, An’ the sun on the kelp an’ shingle Away off Galway shore. An’ the sun on the rocks behind me, Bright on the gorse an’ whin, An’ the sun on the slantin’ dories With their white sails tackin’ in. Oh, I ’ll be gay o’ the sunlight, Glad of its glint an’ grace, If its beams will only show me The smile on one sailor’s face!