A day that is boundless as youth And gay with delight to be born, Where the waves flash and glide over sands In their pure image rippled and worn; Where laughter is young on the air As the race of young feet patters light! Linked shadows run dancing before In the midst of the infinite light! On a violet horizon asleep One milky sail glimmers afar; And our spirits are free of the world With nothing to bind or to bar; With no thought but the thoughts of a child; O golden the day and the hour! The strong sea is charmed from his rage, And the waste is more fair than a flower.