Walking on the beach*

Walking on a beach, *

Sometimes whence i think of a morning,
Lighted , clear as crystal,
Sky as if falling on me,
Walking as me does on a beach
As if a spring, or Autumn or winter bright,

How me finds skies in seas
And seas in skies,

How all merge ,
Into my Soul,

Sometimes whence i take a walk
On a beach,
I think so much of Thy Beauty,
Coming onto me,
Out of the Vast Sea,
And the Sky falling into us.

(*Note: the photograph is Taken by me, for poesy.)