THE SEASHORE IN WINTER.
All seamed and scarred by creek and pool, Before me lie the marshes brown ; Beyond them, on the upland white, Serenely sits the fair, quaint town, With long, slow roll and sounding roar, Behind, the sea creeps o'er the sand ; I wander in deserted ways, Lone dweller in a silent land. ***** And oft I saw the sun rise up From out its liquid bed of gray. And wintry moons whose silver light Mnde pathways o'er the sparkling way, Straight on they lead to fairy isles All nestled in some tropic sea, Where palm trees wave their shadowy plumes And life is one long melody. In sunset light I saw at last, Red dyes all blending with the blue ; And warm and bright the marshes lay, A very crazy quilt in hue. All lonely lay the sea behind, Save for the gray gull on its breast, And one white sail, that far away Looked like a phantom ship at rest.
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Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2152, 24 April 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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163THE SEASHORE IN WINTER. Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2152, 24 April 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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