The surges gushed and sounded,
The blue was the blue of June,
And low above the brightening east
Floated a shred of moon.
The woods were black and solemn,
The night winds large and free,
And in your thought a blessing seemed
To fall on land and sea.
More verses by William Ernest Henley
- When You Wake In Your Crib
- Time And The Earth
- O, Falmouth Is A Fine Town
- The Spirit Of Wine
- Midsummer Midnight Skies