The Savoy . eaward and forget their croons. And out of the Canadian northComes winter like a huge gray gnome,To blanket the red dunes with snowAnd muffle the green sea with foam. I could sit here all day and watchThe seas at battle smoke and wade,And in the cold night wake to hearThe booming of their cannonade. Then smiling turn to sleep and say, In vain darks banners are unfurled ;That ceaseless roll is Gods tattooUpon the round drum of the world. And waking find without surprise The first sun in a week of storm. The southward eaves begin to drip, And the faint Marshfield hills look warm ; Th
The Savoy . eaward and forget their croons. And out of the Canadian northComes winter like a huge gray gnome,To blanket the red dunes with snowAnd muffle the green sea with foam. I could sit here all day and watchThe seas at battle smoke and wade,And in the cold night wake to hearThe booming of their cannonade. Then smiling turn to sleep and say, In vain darks banners are unfurled ;That ceaseless roll is Gods tattooUpon the round drum of the world. And waking find without surprise The first sun in a week of storm. The southward eaves begin to drip, And the faint Marshfield hills look warm ; The brushwood all a purple mist ;The blue sea creaming on the shore ;As if the year in his last daysHad not a sorrow to deplore. Then evening by the fire of logs, With some old song or some new book ; Our Lady Nicotine to share Our single bliss ; while seaward, look,— Orion mounting peaceful guard Over our brothers new-made tent, Beside a hill in Scituate Where sleep so sound those men of Kent. Bliss AT THE ALHAMBRA IMPRESSIONS AND SENSATIONS
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