Classic Poem

Along the pebbly shore I love to stray,
And pore upon the waves with stedfast eye;
Or watch the varying tints of parting day,
That shine reflected from the western sky:
And then the distant landscape I descry,
And white sails glittering in the dazzling ray;
Till flitting shadows veil the scenery,
Till all the fair perspective fades away:
Then long I linger on some rocky seat,
To listen to the surges as they roll
In murmuring undulations at my feet;
And oft I sigh for him who won my soul,
And shed the tear to musing fancy sweet:
A sigh — a tear — I wish not to controul.