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Sea-Dreams ------Hot noon upon a great green sea of glass: No wavelet stirs the levels of sun-gold; The waters, lying wide and foamless, hold White pictures of the sea-gulls as they pass.
Far off, a long brown line of rocky land Capped with red gables and a grey church-spire: A mountain with its pinnacles of fire Behind a wilderness of yellow sand.
And out amid the sea the silver trace Of one small boat that slowly leaves the shores, Urged by the drowsy dip of rhythmic oars,: And in the boat two sitting, face to face. ------Jan 1: 87 Pub. in “Cassell’s Magazine” for June: 188733
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P. 429 (illustrated). “Sea Dreams” was also printed in Littell’s Living Age, October 1/8, 1887.