On the Beach

Let the seasons pass over

Here where is no season

Parting with little treason

Lover and gallant lover.

Let the colors die down:

Here are all colors, and none,

A myriad, or one

Deep where all colors drown.

Wandering the rocky reaches

Where the loud waters wind,

I know no land so kind

As this of barren beaches.

Men's frail quick-colored hours

Flower to a trivial doom-

T have found no bloom

Proud as the sea's harsh flowers.