Out of the sparkling sea 
I drew my tingling body clear, and lay 
On a low ledge the livelong summer day, 
Basking, and watching lazily 
White sails in Falmouth Bay. 

My body seemed to burn
Salt in the sun that drenched it through and through 
Till every particle glowed clean and new 
And slowly seemed to turn 
To lucent amber in a world of blue. . . . 

I felt a sudden wrench 
A trickle of warm blood 
And found that I was sprawling in the mud 
Among the dead men in the trench.