Shore Grass
The moon is cold over the sand-dunes. And the clumps of sea-grasses flow and glitter ; The thin chime of my watch tells the quarter after midnight ; And still I hear nothing But the windy beating of the sea.
Amy Lowell
The moon is cold over the sand-dunes. And the clumps of sea-grasses flow and glitter ; The thin chime of my watch tells the quarter after midnight ; And still I hear nothing But the windy beating of the sea.
On a moonlit beach just after midnight, the speaker stands alone among sand dunes and shore grass. The moonlight is cold, the grasses shine and stir, and the only marker of time is the thin chime of a watch. Everything is still except the wind and the sea.
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