SUNKEN TREASURES.
BY BAYABD TAYLOB. When the uneasy wares of life subside, And the soothed ocean sleeps in glassy rest, I see submerged, beyond or storm or tide, The treasures gathered in its greedy breast. I see them gleaming beautiful as when Erowhile they floated, convoys of my fate ; The barks of lovely women, noble men, Full sailed with hope, and stored with love’s own freight. The sunken treasures of my heart as well Look up to me a» perfect as at dawn ; My golden palace heaves beneath the swell To meet my touch, and is again withdrawn. There wait the recognitions, the quick ties, Whence the heart knows its kin wherever cast; And there the partings, when the wistful eyes Caress each other, as they look their last. There lie the summer eves, delicious eves, The soft green valleys drenched with light divine, The lisping murmurs of the chesnut leaves, The hand that lay, the eyes that looked in mine. I see them all, but stretch my arms in vain ; No deep sea plummet reaches where they rest; No cunning diver shall descend the main And bring a single jewel from its breast.
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Globe, Volume XX, Issue 1612, 21 April 1879, Page 3
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194SUNKEN TREASURES. Globe, Volume XX, Issue 1612, 21 April 1879, Page 3
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