Classic Poem

At morn beside the ocean's foamy roar
I walked soft-shadowed through the luminous mist,
And saw not clearly, sea or land, nor wist
Where the tide stayed, nor where began the shore.
A gentle seaward wind came down, and bore
The scent of roses and of bay-berry;
And through the great gray veil that hid the sea
Broke the pale sun — a silvery warmth — not more.
So through the fogs that cover all this life
I walk as in a dream 'twixt sea and land —
The meadows of wise thought, the sea of strife —
And sounds and happy scents from either hand
Come with vast gleams that spread and softly shine.
The joy of life, the energy divine.