The sun is warm, the sky is clear
The waves are dancing fast and bright
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon's transparent might
The breath of the moist earth is light
Around its unexpanded buds;
Like many a voice of one delight
The winds, the birds, the ocean floods
The City's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's

I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple seaweeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore
Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown:
I sit upon thе sands alone,—
The lightning of the noontidе ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion
How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion

Alas! I have nor hope nor health
Nor peace within nor calm around
Nor that content surpassing wealth
The sage in meditation found
And walked with inward glory crowned—
Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure
Others I see whom these surround—
Smiling they live, and call life pleasure;
To me that cup has been dealt in another measure
Yet now despair itself is mild
Even as the winds and waters are;
I could lie down like a tired child
And weep away the life of care
Which I have borne and yet must bear
Till death like sleep might steal on me
And I might feel in the warm air
My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea
Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony

Some might lament that I were cold
As I, when this sweet day is gone
Which my lost heart, too soon grown old
Insults with this untimely moan;
They might lament—for I am one
Whom men love not,—and yet regret
Unlike this day, which, when the sun
Shall on its stainless glory set
Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet