Dawn and even and noon are one,
Veiled with vapour and void of sun;
Nought in sight or in fancied hearing
⁠Now less mighty than time or fate.

The grey sky gleams and the grey seas glimmer,
⁠Pale and sweet as a dream's delight,
As a dream's where darkness and light seem dimmer,
⁠Touched by dawn or subdued by night.
The dark wind, stern and sublime and sad,
Swings the rollers to westward, clad
With lustrous shadow that lures the swimmer,
⁠Lures and lulls him with dreams of light.

Light, and sleep, and delight, and wonder,
⁠Change, and rest, and a charm of cloud,
Fill the world of the skies whereunder
⁠Heaves and quivers and pants aloud