Vespers Lonely broods the moonlit gloom High above the river's flume, Hiding in its dark vault Stars nebulous clouds exalt. The winds are free, the roaring sea Loosed the breeze upon the lea, And bound the sand's serene horizons. Days, in summer-brightened seasons, Rustle like a bee's buzzing bustle Round a rose. The cats shuffle Through the dewy grass where lie Human worlds where dawns descry Crystal hearts which move through time. The days, the nights, in heights sublime, Mark our mortal chapters. When sunsets glow and evening captures Sparks of shooting stars, and oceans Flood the stellar world's foundations, Gleaming eyes may glimpse the core Where all life thus keeps its store. Sea-Thoughts The oceans open blue horizons wide To endless skies where burning dawns divide The night from blazing day, and the sun's sweep Awakes the spirit from the deeps of sleep. Through dark caverns where thoughts had dwelt, The mind, pacing up and down its hopes, felt The seas' relentless weight rolling fate In boundless depths fraught with human freight. Luminous eyes plumb the surging world, With fingers searching jetting eddies that swirled For lucent liquid moons in the shimmering surf. A whistling breeze, which smoothes the grassy turf, Fills hollow hearts with a flood of peace. The waves' azure expanse, the wind's caprice Amid the brine which crests the sky with spray, Even the low tide that laps the sands may Create the mind the stars and fire immerse In streams of gold to shape the universe. Kemar Cummings is a poet living in Australia. “Promenade de Julie et Saint-Preux sur le lac de Genève” ("Moonlight boating on Lake Geneva") by Charles Edouard Le Prince.