. Reminiscent rhymes, and other verse. at old swimmin hole. Just to breathe once again, the sweet mint on its banks. MY MAEJOEIE When I look down in the beautiful sea,A wonderful picture appears to me;In those haunting depths with surface so fair,Mysterious things are reflected there;The low reaching skies of clear azute blending with waves of indigo hue;From light to dark, and from dark to change and break into snowy white;A rainbow is resting beneath each a spirit seeking a haven of rest;Upwards they rise, and around they if they were trying to fashion
. Reminiscent rhymes, and other verse. at old swimmin hole. Just to breathe once again, the sweet mint on its banks. MY MAEJOEIE When I look down in the beautiful sea,A wonderful picture appears to me;In those haunting depths with surface so fair,Mysterious things are reflected there;The low reaching skies of clear azute blending with waves of indigo hue;From light to dark, and from dark to change and break into snowy white;A rainbow is resting beneath each a spirit seeking a haven of rest;Upwards they rise, and around they if they were trying to fashion a curl;Then they dash into spray, and splash wind-swept locks on a sunshiny day. But tlie picture which, so plainly I the sweet girl face of my Marjorie;The haunting blue depths thro which we plow,Eeflect the mysterious thoughts of her brow;The dimpled billows are those in her cheeks,And her golden tresses, the suns bright streaks;The blue of the sea, and blue of the the light that blend in her violet eyes;. The rainbows the spirit reflected there,The wliirl of the waves, the curls of her hair;The dash and splash of the gossamer her locks when thro them wild winds strayYes, I m certain when she first came to me,She rose right out of the beautiful sea. On the Mediterranean, October 3, 1904. 127 ON THE RUN AND JUMP 129 ON THE RUN AND JUMP When late in the night, Ive made my last call. Been on the run and jump all day,*0h what so rare as my hig easy chair? Oft times to myself I say;And what so restful as in its wide arms. My care-wearied body I dump;And dream my way back to the old play-ground. With the boys on the run and jump. I can see them all still around the mark. And myself coming down the a Big Four engine, with full steam on. Sending high the puffs from her stack;Tho I was nt as long of leg, as were some, I made up in gi^istle and spring,And cleared the wide air, when I took the leap. Like a scared Bob White on the wing. to
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