A Picture

Long surges of the summer sea
Merge in the mists of beyond;
And swaying seagulls lazily drift
And cry to cry respond.

Long stretches of the spray-flung coast
Whiten the grayish sea
And moan to softly-tinted woods
In solemn lethargy.

Long spaces of the cloud-hung sky
Float in the azure deep --
And creep away in crowded heaps,
Lulled in eternal sleep.