Beautiful, cold, freshness of light reveals br The black masts, mirrored with their shadowy spars, br The hill--gloom and the sleeping wharf, and steals br Up magical faint heights of fading stars. br br I hear the waves, on the long shingle thrown, br Slowly draw backward, plunge, and never cease. br Against that sea--sound the earth--stillness lone br Builds vaster in the early light's increase. br br O falling blind waves, in my heart you break; br Outcast and far from my own self I seem, br With alien sense in a strange air awake, br The body and projection of a dream. br br Turn back, pale Dawn, or bring that light to me br Which yesterday was lost beyond the sea.