William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

The Sands Are Alive With Sunshine - Poem by William Ernest Henley

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!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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