At Lyme Regis

Calm, azure, marble sea,
As a fair palace pavement largely spread,
"Where the grey bastions of the eternal hills
Lean over languidly.
Bosomed with leafy trees, and garlanded!

Peace is on all I view;
Sunshine and peace; earth clear as heaven one hour;
Save where the sailing cloud its dusky line
Ruffles along the blue.
Brushed by the soft wing of the silent shower.

In no profounder calm
Did the great Spirit over ocean brood,
Ere the first hill his yet unclouded crest
Reared, or the first fair palm
Doubled her maiden beauty in the flood.