The winds that blow upon the sea
Bring whispers to the shore;
Through drifting sands they call to me
Of distant lands and more.

The summer waves, with foam aglow,
Dance deep with warmth and play;
To kiss the crags with misty flow
And scatter dreams away.

So let me wander in these dreams
Beyond the emerald crown;
The gentle tide, with murmurs’ themes,
Can take my worries down.

• Joyce Kilmer