Page:Poems of nature, Thoreau, 1895.djvu/44

20 The early breeze ruffles the poplar leaves;

The curling waves reflect the unseen light;

The slumbering sea with the day's impulse heaves,

While o'er the western hill retires the drowsy night.

The seabirds dip their bills in Ocean's foam,

Far circling out over the frothy waves,—