Under thick veils of light all colors lie;
Muffled behind the clouds the winds cry;
Only the white edge of the sea is clear,
And the sound of water on rocks comes sharp to the ear.
Slowly they come out of fathomless depths of light,
Waves like long blue flames curling to white—
One on a dark point spilling like milk,
One on the smooth sand falling like silk.
Fallen away from life is the heavy land;
Only the sea is left, and the bare strand,
And the spray of broken waves filling the air,
And light caught in the water and held there.