Calm and clear! the bright day is declining, The crystal expanse of the bay, Like a shield of pure metal, lies shining ‘ Twixt headlands of purple and grey,
While the little waves leap in the sunset, And strike with a miniature shock, In sportive and infantine onset, The base of the iron-stone rock.
Calm and clear! the sea-breezes are laden With a fragrance, a freshness, a power, With a song like the song of a maiden, With a scent like the scent of a flower;
And a whisper, half-weird, half-prophetic, Comes home with the sigh of the surf;— But I pause, for your fancies poetic Never rise from the level of “Turf”.
Fellow-bungler of mine, fellow-sinner, In public performances past, In trials whence touts take their winner, In rumours that circulate fast,
In strains from Prunella or Priam, Staying stayers, or goers that go, You're much better posted than I am, ‘ Tis little I care, less I know.
Alas! neither poet nor prophet Am I, though a jingler of rhymes — ‘ Tis a hobby of mine, and I'm off it At times, and I'm on it at times;
And whether I'm off it or on it, Your readers my counsels will shun, Since I scarce know Van Tromp from Blue Bonnet, Though I might know Cigar from the Nun.
With “visions” you ought to be sated And sicken'd by this time, I swear That mine are all myths self-created, Air visions that vanish in air;
If I had some loose coins I might chuck one, To settle this question and say, “Here goes! this is tails for the black one, And heads for my fav'rite the bay.”
And must I rob Paul to pay Peter, Or Peter defraud to pay Paul? My rhymes, are they stale? if my metre Is varied, one chime rings through all:
One chime — though I sing more or sing less, I have but one string to my lute, And it might have been better if, stringless And songless, the same had been mute.
Yet not as a seer of visions, Nor yet as a dreamer of dreams, I send you these partial decisions On hackney'd, impoverish'd themes;
But with song out of tune, sung to pass time, Flung heedless to friends or to foes, Where the false notes that ring for the last time, May blend with some real ones, who knows?
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