Thomas Fleming Day - When lyrics

WHEN western winds are blowing soft Across the Island Sound ; When every sail that draws aloft Is swollen true and round ; When yellow shores along the lee Slope upward to the sky ; When opal bright the land and sea In changeful contact lie ; When idle yacht sat anchor swim Above a phantom shape ; When spires of canvas dot the rim Which curves from cape to cape ; When sea-weed strewn the ebbing tide Pours eastward to the main ; When clumsy coasters side by side Tack in and out again— When such a day is mine to live, What has the world beyond to give?