BEYOND a sand-dune's slope, where the pale grass
Clings with firm roots upon the shelving side,
A storm-ribbed beach extends its shining length,
A golden zone, confining the deep surge
Of the vast ocean's ceaseless energy;
The tide waves flash translucent in the sun,
Empearled with spray, then melt in snowy foam
With gentle, rythmic murmur on its sands.