The coast—I think it was the coast that I
Was just describing—Yes, it was the coast—
Lay at this period quiet as the sky,
The sands untumbled, the blue waves untossed,
And all was stillness, save the sea-bird’s cry,
And dolphin’s leap, and little billow crossed
By some low rock or shelve, that made it fret
Against the boundary it scarcely wet.