Amy Lowell

North-North-West, and a whole-sale breeze, ruffling up the larkspur-blue sea, breaking the tops of the waves into egg-white foam, shoving ripple after ripple of pale jade-green over the shoals of Aboukir Bay. Away to the East rolls in the sluggish water of old Nile. West and South - hot, yellow land. Ships at anchor.

Amy Lowell