Chapter V

The pounce of mottled marsh-hawk on his prey;
The flicker of sand-pipers in from sea
In gusty flocks that puffed and fled; the play
Of field-mice in the vetches;--these to me
Were memorable events. But most availed
Your strange unquiet waters to engage
My kindred heart’s companionship; nor failed
To grant this heritage,--
That in my veins for ever must abide
The urge and fluctuation of the tide.