When Life is hot and overlush
Amours, Amis, when swoop and crush
Of calls a-cross and Lovers’ leaps,
The sheaving shelves, the darkling deeps.
While elsewheres floats the milder things:
A skiff across the water sings,
The bell and the beluga rings,
The sea a’swill in tin tureens,
And sweat the salt from brining breams!
And ev’rything to rhythm sets
And ev’rything colludes At last.
But somewhere on a sandy beach
Quiet, away, unlit, unmapp’d,
The sand remote and small and fast
Drops grain by grain and settles last.