Dreaming upon the sands I lift mine eyes to gaze
Beyond the infinite and heaving blue;
The far horizon, blurred in cloud and haze,
Bends o'er some beach (I muse) a thousand leagues from view.
"And there," saith Fancy, " looking toward these sands,
Wistful like thee, an unknown dreamer stands!"

"By The Sea", in The North American Review, Vol. 187 (February 1913) p. 234