by Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

Language: English 
The sea is fleck'd with bars of gray,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a wither'd leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.

Etched clear upon the pallid sand
The black boat lies: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy,
With laughing face and gleaming hand.

And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.

Appeared in Pan, April 1881, as one of Impressions.

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