‘I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now.’
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky ...
I sat upon the shore, not fishing …
Here is no water but only rock
If there were rock
And also water
The grey sea and the long black land
The fair, frail palaces,
The fading alps and archipelagoes,
And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.
It would be the stuff that dreams and memories are made on.
And remember ...
... though the last lights off the black West went ... morning, at the brown brink eastward springs ...
Our revels now are ended but we may dream of this.