Sunk is the sun beneath the sea,
And now across the spray
Stealing as softly as can be
In place of radiant day
Comes peaceful night; its silver lord,
The shadow-spattered moon,
Orders the waves without a word
To sparkle as at noon.
Frothy and light, the waves take heed
And glisten as they go.
Each droplet, like a crystal bead,
Into his beams they throw.
Yet, as they play and splash the light
And never seem to cease,
All still and silent rests the world
In undiminished peace.
T. G. 2/27/22
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