On Old Cape Ann by Madison Cawein

Far as the eye can see, in domes and spires, Buttress and curve, ruins of shifting sand, -- In whose wild making wind and sea took hand, -- The white dunes stretch.

The wind, that never tires, Striving for strange effects that he admires, Changes their form from time to time; the land Forever passive to his mad demand, And to the sea's, who with the wind conspires.