A SETTING star,

A rising sun,

Or Zenithing of moon

May leave a scar

When they are done

Unsmoothed by the wave-soft croon.

By day and night

The lilting sea

Sings of a rhythmic whole ;

Yet come delight

And misery

To vex and revex the soul.

Behind the curve

Of yonder most

Sea-line or mountain rim,

With tautened nerve

The new spear-host

Glamour the dawn light dim.