The Mead and the Sea

My friend the Mead put up a picture of her puppy running with her by the ocean shore.  That is, she put up several pictures, but one of them in particular caught something quite quintessential.  This is my attempt to figure out what.
Also, this is meant to be a song, not just a poem; hopefully I shall put it on the Tube for you ere long.

You were gazing west and dashing
………..slender-footed in the sand;
At your heels were Lexi-lou
………..and the foam that laps the strand.
……Running rings of shared delight,
……Shadows grew three times your height,
……Your limbs caught Beauty in her flight.

All too oft the meter takes me;
………..wish I played the mandolin.
The tune could rise to play your spirit,
………..pressing flat the words and thin:
……Glad to praise that which is pleasing,
……Living rhymes and chanting seasons,
……Balanced loveliness and reason.

And every song you once forgot the words to,
……they flow through you;
And every dance you yearned to learn the steps to,
……rhythm moves you…

Fret you not at those who wander
………..nor what happiness they find;
Halcyon days shall set you dancing
………..as your hair blows in the wind.
……Not all days run by the sea,
……Nor will all days run so free,
……But when the sun is on your face,
……The sun is where it ought to be.

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