I listen to the sound of the breaking wave, smell the salt tang in the air

I watch the gracefull seagulls ride the thermals way up there

No sound of human voice no strident car alarms

I sit in natures solitude enraptured by her charms

The sea reflects the sinking sun in hues of red and gold

I will never tire of these things though I grow grey and old

The first gleam of the evening star appears in the ever growing dark

And the golden crescent of the moon begins her journey through the night

No words of mine can best describe natures perfect charn

This is peace, a perfect peace, tranquillity and calm

i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss

in the rain-
darkness,     the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul.     rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i

think
       of you