A dun, bleak stretch that slants to the salt sea's gray -
Rock-strewn, and scarred by fire, and rough with
stubble,-
With here and there a bold, bright touch of color -
Berries and yellow leaves-that make the dolor
More dolorous still. Above, a sky of trouble.

But now a light is lifted in the air;
And though the sky is shadowed, fold on fold,
By clouds that have the lightnings in their hold,
That western gleam makes all the dim earth fair-
The sun shines forth and the gray sea is gold.