CLXXXI.

The coast--I think it was the coast that I Was just describing--Yes, it _was_ the coast-- Lay at this period quiet as the sky, The sands untumbled, the blue waves untossed, And all was stillness, save the sea-bird's cry, And dolphin's leap, and little billow crossed By some low rock or shelve, that made it fret Against the boundary it scarcely wet.