The sea and the sky are in love to-day,
Their forms are the forms of one;
And ships that sit on the lip of the bay,
Coming and going the other way,
Are sparks in the sparkling sun.
The shape and shadow of yachts that slip
Embayed by the land's long sweep
Are phantoms that cover a phantom ship,
While out on the shoals the summer gulls dip—

To-day is a day asleep.