Along the Shore

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Where moods roll swiftly far and Waves sadder than a funeral's pride, Or bluer than the harebell's blow! The sunlight makes the black hulls cast A firefly radiance down the deep; The inlet gleams, the long clouds sweep.