By The Ocean

To lay amidst the sweetest ocean breeze:
And nestle me to sand a sandy bed,
And let the monarch's eye tan as he please;
And turn my whites into a bronze's stead,
And splashing notes of coastal whispers hush;
And fly my thoughts where gulls and wings do span;
And flutter in the salty water rush,
And moan do I as sea-fan shells began;
And echoing the love: how here we love,
And brine does make the thirst a pleasure's cause,
And pleasure's coast the streaked blue skies above
And place me where my swell of love does pause:

For beauty tho' the scene of ocean's make
Are none by eyes of you and my heart take!