Not if I chose from a world of days
Could I find a day like this.
The sky is a wreath of azure haze
And the sea an azure bliss.
The surf runs racing the young salt wind,
Shouting without a fear
Over reef, bar, cliff and scaur,
Where you and I lie near.
O you and I who have watched the sky
And sea from many a shore!
You, love, and I who will live and die —
And watch the sea no more!
O joy of the world! Joy of love,
Joy that can say to death,
“Tho you end all with your wanton pall,
We two have had this breath!”