Arthur Leonard Phelps (1887–1970)

SEA song and wind song,

Meadows that lie

Tinted half like the sea,

Half like the sky.

This till the conjuror,

Far, far away,

Conjuring, sudden brings

Red from the grey.

Then mark ye magic work—

Here at my feet,

Wind-flowers look up again,

Fair faces sweet.

And round the crag’s grey top

Sea-birds in sun—

Light on the pearly wings!

Day is begun!