"the cure of souls." Henry James br br br The radiant soda of the seashore fashions br Fun, foam and freedom. The sea laves br The Shaven sand. And the light sways forward br On self-destroying waves. br br The rigor of the weekday is cast aside with shoes, br With business suits and traffic's motion; br The lolling man lies with the passionate sun, br Or is drunken in the ocean. br br A socialist health take should of the adult, br He is stripped of his class in the bathing-suit, br He returns to the children digging at summer, br A melon-like fruit. br br O glittering and rocking and bursting and blue br -Eternities of sea and sky shadow no pleasure: br Time unheard moves and the heart of man is eaten br Consummately at leisure. br br The novelist tangential on the boardwalk overhead br Seeks his cure of souls in his own anxious gaze. br "Here," he says, "With whom?" he asks, "This?" he questions, br "What tedium, what blaze?" br br "What satisfaction, fruit? What transit, heaven? br Criminal? justified? arrived at what June?" br That nervous conscience amid the concessions br Is haunting, haunted moon.