On a View from My Sister's Cottage
KNEE-DEEP , the marsh grass bravely stands
And flaunts its spears of vivid green
Against the tide's majestic sweep,
Swinging ashore its silver sheen.
Between the blue of sky and tide
Ghost-gray the circling sea-gulls fly,
And the wild sea's own loneliness
Thrills through me on their eerie cry.
And, when calm evening veils the day,
The tall pines' censer swings afar
And bears me on its wondrous sweep
Up to a dream in some bright star.
And flaunts its spears of vivid green
Against the tide's majestic sweep,
Swinging ashore its silver sheen.
Between the blue of sky and tide
Ghost-gray the circling sea-gulls fly,
And the wild sea's own loneliness
Thrills through me on their eerie cry.
And, when calm evening veils the day,
The tall pines' censer swings afar
And bears me on its wondrous sweep
Up to a dream in some bright star.
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