Along the selfsame trace;
   The hours themselves forget
To drop another shadow on the rill,
   So there it lingers yet,
And year by year we wake up with a kiss
The sleeping princess of our summer bliss.

IX.
THE SANDS.

Each shall have his own love,
   High be linked to high,
Sky be kissing mountain,
   Mountain kissing sky.

Dozing in the orchard
   Let the goodman sit,
Count on summer evenings
   Apples he will eat.

Glory to the sands O!
   Glory give who can,
Where a man, who stands O!
   Feels himself a man.

Where the east wind gallops,
   Keen with keen-edged knife,
And the wide world freshens,
   Salted with sea-life.

Where the great free waters
   Have their freedom rolled,
And the golden sunbeams
   Powdered them with gold.

Blow, ye winds, your trumpets,
   Blow, ye winds, your fife,
Glory to the sands O!
   Salted with sea-life.

With the sea-bird shrieking
   To the sea below,
Clang thy wild clang, sea-bird,
   Sea, thy organ blow.

When the summer whispers
   Float in o’er the sea,
Then a moving rainbow
   Spreads itself o’er thee.

Rainbow light and silver,
   Silver sheen and gold,
All the light of childhood,
   Happy childhood bold.

There it gleams and glistens
   Moving as we go,
Light of sun or childhood,
   Who is skilled to know?

Liberty and joyance
   Still ye give each one,
Manhood with the east wind,
   Childhood with the sun.

Blow, ye winds, your trumpets,
   Blow, ye winds, your fife,
Glory to the sands O!
   Salted with sea-life.

With the sea-bird shrieking
   To the sea below;
Clang thy wild clang, sea-bird,
   Sea, thy organ blow.

X.
THE MARSH CIRCLE.

Chimes there are on earth, harmonious splendours,
   Subtle symphonies of ear and eye,
Yea, dim bridals, when the mortal spirit
   Weds a half-veiled immortality.

Moments, as when some dumb, wistful creature
   Gazes in its master’s eyes, to find
Deeps on deeps, and wins a higher nature
   By mysterious touch of higher mind.

Whoso sees the deep eyes turned upon him,
   Nature’s dreamlike radiance, on the height
Breathless-happy stands, and draws by seeing
   Blissful inspiration, clearer sight.

Go where from his rampart Taliesin [23]
   O’er the beaten gold of the great plain
Throws his charm on river, sea, and mountain,
   Blending all in one bright living strain.

Now a sunny silence makes heart-music,
   As it comes up smiling o’er the sea;
All the hill-sides dimple; on it passes,
   In and out the enchanted shadows flee.

Now within the coronet of mountains
   And the sea-fringed margin