From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip Curving like a crescent moonâ€” Yet a greater prize Than the harbour garden-fair Spread beneath my eyes.
Just below me swings the bay, Sings a sunny tune, But my heart is far away Out beyond the dune; Clearer far the sea-gullsâ€™ cry And the breakersâ€™ roar, Than the little waves beneath Lapping on the shore.
For that strip of sapphire sea Set against the sky Far horizons means to meâ€” And the ships go by Framed between the empty sky And the yellow sands, While my freed thoughts follow them Out to other lands.
All its changes who can tell? I have seen it shine Like a jewel polished well, Hard and clear and fine; Then soft lilacâ€”and again On another day Glimpsed it through a veil of rain, Shifting, drifting grey.
When the livid waters flee, Flinching from the storm, From my window I can see, Standing safe and warm, How the white foam tosses high On the naked shore, And the breakersâ€™ thunder grows To a battle-roarâ€¦
Far and far I lookâ€”Ten miles? No, for yesterday Sure I saw the Blessed Isles Twenty worlds away. My blue moon of open sea, Is it little worth? At the least it gives to me Keys of all the earth