Deep roll the breakers where we run
Along the sands,
And up the blue deep rolls the sun
From sunny lands.
Only the sandpipers, down the beach,
With us shall fly.
We solely hold this naked reach
Of sea and sky.
Far out the combers burst in white
And the great sun’s unmeasured light
Burns fierce and free.
Time shall not give us deeper things
Nor any greater song than sings
Along this sand.
O, we a while are fortunate
Unthinking stretches that await
A thoughtless end.
Men have been here and men shall be,
But we will hold
For ours alone this blaze of sea
And day of gold,
Though men should be here everywhere
When we are done
With racing naked in the air,
And sea, and sun.
And in us always there will beat,
The windy rushing of free feet
Beside a sea.