And low the mists of evening lie And lightly skims the midge.
Though it lash the shallows that line the beach,Afar from the great sea-deeps,There is never a storm whose might can reachWhere the vast leviathan sleeps.Like a mighty thought in a mighty mindIn the clear cold depths he swims;Whilst above him the pettiest form of his kindWith a dash o'er the surface skims.john boyle o'reilly
Oh shall I see the Thames again? The prow-promoted gems again, As beefy ATS Without their hats Come shooting through the bridge? And "cheerioh" and "cheeri-bye" Across the waste of waters die, And low the mists of evening lie And lightly skims the midge.john betjeman