The Sun burns fiercely down the skies; br The sea is full of flashing eyes; br The waves glide shoreward serpentwise br And fawn with foamy tongues on stark br Gray rocks, each sharp-toothed as a shark, br And hiss in clefts and channels dark. br br Blood-purple soon the waters grow, br As though drowned sea-kings fought below br Forgotten fights of long ago. br br The gray owl Dusk its wings has spread; br The sun sinks in a blossom-bed br Of poppy-clouds; the day is dead.