Long poems about the beach

I watch the children play beside the sea Upon an upland meadow lifted high, The ocean large before them, wave and sky A boundless panorama wild and free. The clouds in floating companies agree. White ships allure the fondly following eye, And all the glowing prospect far or nigh. Is Nature's meditative jubilee And yet the children toss their little ball, Shouting and rioting in heedless play, Unmindful of the glory of it all, Nor thinking once beyond their meadow gay. Among the buttercups they leap and fall The ocean wide before them—what care they? On either hand A sweep of tawny sand With gentle curve extending, smooth and wide, On which bold rocks look down With dark and sullen frown, Slopes out to meet the fast incoming tide.