Southern garland . chases, And darkness swallows the trailing flock;An evil season of wild white weather. And foam and tumult on reef and rock ; Of yellow^ floods on the northern fierce waves swaying from crest to trough; Of creaking schooners w^earing signals crying—Stand off! Stand off I Of frothy flakes on the wild waste flying. And anxious faces and fateful news;Of close-reefed topsails and battened hatches. And straining engines and racing screws. Of pumice-stone and brown weeds riven, Riven and flung on the hissing sand ;Of squadroned waves and their mighty chargin
Southern garland . chases, And darkness swallows the trailing flock;An evil season of wild white weather. And foam and tumult on reef and rock ; Of yellow^ floods on the northern fierce waves swaying from crest to trough; Of creaking schooners w^earing signals crying—Stand off! Stand off I Of frothy flakes on the wild waste flying. And anxious faces and fateful news;Of close-reefed topsails and battened hatches. And straining engines and racing screws. Of pumice-stone and brown weeds riven, Riven and flung on the hissing sand ;Of squadroned waves and their mighty charging And the stern repulse of the frowning land. Of w^hipped w^hite faces faring stormward With smothered w^ords and w^recked replies;Of trees blown down on the w^indy ridges, And stormy shoutings and tempest cries; Of eyes that dance to the wild winds music, Of strange sweet thrills through the calm-sick form ; Of Storm, throned king on the mad white ocean,Of Storm the Monarch—all hail to Storm! Che l) LOVES GRAVE. FTEN Poesy hath said. Here and there dear Love lies dead; But never yet a poet tarried To tell the world ?where Love lies buried. Masters, you have gravely seenAll things brown that once w^ere you that wept and merriedShould know^ best w^here Love lies buried. Then the Masters sighed and said,While the lip is cherry redAnd Youth touches, tints all facesWith his gallant lights and graces, And the eye is all unwetYou shall never answer get,Though you quested long and where dear Love lies buried. Truly, truly, we have seenAll things brown that once were our eyes salt-white with weepingKnow the grave where Love lies sleeping. For we saw where Age and Death Laid him at his latest breath—7 In a furrow^ Grief had graven While Time greyed gold tress and raven. In the thin and hollow cheek(Roses red you may not seek)In the stricken spirit bendingUnder Pain-of-Life unending; In the sad and pensive eye C1)C (A dim lake whe
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