We left the dying ebb that _faintly lipp'd
The flat red granite_.


Or here of a wave:--


Like a wave in the wild North Sea
_Green glimmering toward the summit_ bears with all
_Its stormy crests that smoke_ against the skies
Down on a bark.

--'Elaine'.


That beech will _gather brown_,
This _maple burn itself away_.

--'In Memoriam'.


The _wide-wing'd sunset_ of the misty marsh.

--'Last Tournament'.


But illustrations would be endless. Nothing seems to escape him in
Nature. Take the following:--