I do often gather onto these ledges
Alone, I save me where the sea beats.. and
Rustles,  waves, blue and green reflections,
Bubbles, shattering in grains, foaming. I think
Many more millions, just like me, here,
Had roosted, to observe, to listen;
Perchance they felt the very same
Strong, dulcet, genic quietness. Any one,
If they please, can just go ahead, and
Join me: here, some inches over the sea. I
Ceased to write as the dusk went by.