Over the blue sea broods the heat ; 

 In faintest pulses the tired tides beat ; 

 Over the sands, with the sun aglow 

 Silent, the cloud-shades come and go : 

 A white-winged sail on the water gleams ; 

 Faint and far like a Ship o' Dreams. 

 The Year's great Sabbath fills the air 

 And slumber and languor are everywhere 



Then storm winds rise, then breakers roar 

 Then wrecks are tossed on rocky shore. 



