I went out at dawn,
Pelicans were fishing,
Big-beaked, grey and brown;
Little waves were swishing.
Clouds creamed the sky,
As shells creamed the shore;
Wild aery hues of beauty
Round seemed to pour!
I went out at dawn,
Pelicans were floating,
Big beaks on their breasts;
Up the sun came boating.
“Ship ahoy!” I cried,
To his golden sail.
Bliss-winds of beauty in me
Broke — to a gale!
I went out at dawn,
Pelicans were winging.
Palms waved passion plumes,
Beach sands were singing.
Stripped, save of strength,
I plunged into the sea
And swam, till the bliss of beauty
Died away in me.