Beach Treasures : Inspiration Avenue Challenge

There be none of Beauty's daughters with a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters

is thy sweet voice to me.

When, as if its sound were causing

The charmed ocean's pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming:

And the hill'd winds seem dreaming.

And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving,
As an infant's asleep:

So the spirit bows before thee
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of summer's ocean. - Lord Byron