| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Sonnets.
VI. By the Sea-Side | | By James Drummond Burns (1823–1864) |
| | | RUN in, glad waves, scoop’d in transparent shells, | |
| Which catch soft lights of emerald ere they break; | |
| Let the small ripple fret the sand, and make | |
| The faintest chime of music, such as dwells | |
| Far down within the sea-conch’s murmuring cells,— | 5 |
| While, hovering o’er the spray, the white birds wet | |
| Their wings, and shouting fishers draw the net | |
| To land, and far sails glitter on the swells. | |
| ’Tis bliss to rest, the while these soft blue skies | |
| Breathe over Earth their benison of peace, | 10 |
| To feel these lovely forms enchant the eyes, | |
| And grow into the mind by slow degrees,— | |
| Till, breathless as a woodland pool, it lies, | |
| And sleeps above its sleeping images. | | | | |
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