The lovely things that I have watched unthinking,
  Unknowing, day by day,
That their soft dyes had steeped my soul in colour
  That will not pass away:—

Great saffron sunset clouds, and larkspur mountains,
  And fenceless miles of plain,
And hillsides golden-green in that unearthly
  Clear shining after rain;

And nights of blue and pearl; and long smooth beaches,
  Yellow as sunburnt wheat,
Edged with a line of foam that creams and hisses,
  Enticing weary feet;