... blowing, Blended into harmony. Boats and ships go sailing by, Wind and wave give no resistance; Pass they in the shadowy distance Through the sea-line and the sky Pebbly sands, that golden lio When the sunrays stream upon them Lazy dreamers lying on them, Scanning the broad sea and the sky. Peaks of sand raised here and there, Books and poetry, and roving Lads and lassies, loved and loving, *' ...