25 JULY 1885, Page 15

SONNET.—A JERSEY SUMMER DAY.

A SUNNY land, soft air, and drearaful ease,

I lie, and watch a distant sail glide by,

And wonder at the azure of the sky,—

Not here the thunder of the tumbling seas : Beneath the noon, untouched by any breeze, The long grey-glimmering waters slumbering lie ; While sounds a faint and drowsy melody Along the shore, my wearied ears to please.

For all the sunny pebbles on the beach Laugh, as the lazy waters round them creep; The rocks forget the storms and strife of Spring, And greet the sea with whispered welcoming ; Which, sweeter than the sound of any speech, Brings to tired eyes a gentler balm than sleep.

S. H. C.