Poem by William Ernest Henley

Echoes. 17. The Sands Are Alive with Sunshine

The sands are alive with sunshine,
   The bathers lounge and throng,
And out in the bay a bugle
   Is lilting a gallant song.

The clouds go racing eastward,
   The blithe wind cannot rest,
And a shard on the shingle flashes
   Like the shining soul of a jest;

While children romp in the surges,
   And sweethearts wander free,
And the Firth as with laughter dimples . . .
   I would it were deep over me!

1. Echoes. 23. The Skies Are Strown with Stars
2. Echoes. 37. Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone
3. Rhymes and Rhythms. Epilogue
4. Attadale, West Highlands
5. Echoes. 30. Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams

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