. St. Nicholas [serial] . BY THE SEA IN AUGUST WEATHER. By Margaret OARING waves and slip-pery sand— Dear me! I preferthe land! That s what Dorasays, for she Thinks it s dull be-side the sea; But auntie, Dot, andyou and I —We are nt lonesome, are we, Guy? How can days be dull for herHere, where everything s astir ?Fish-hawks flap and dance and dive,And the marsh is all aliveWith the fluttering, rosy mallows,And the wee fins stir the shallows;Lantern-headed dragon-flies,Gleaming like the blue-green eyesIn a peacocks gorgeous tail,Through the meadow sail and sail;Snipe above the break
. St. Nicholas [serial] . BY THE SEA IN AUGUST WEATHER. By Margaret OARING waves and slip-pery sand— Dear me! I preferthe land! That s what Dorasays, for she Thinks it s dull be-side the sea; But auntie, Dot, andyou and I —We are nt lonesome, are we, Guy? How can days be dull for herHere, where everything s astir ?Fish-hawks flap and dance and dive,And the marsh is all aliveWith the fluttering, rosy mallows,And the wee fins stir the shallows;Lantern-headed dragon-flies,Gleaming like the blue-green eyesIn a peacocks gorgeous tail,Through the meadow sail and sail;Snipe above the breakers flit,With their tiny twit-twit-twit,Or perhaps go running pastOn their magic stilts, too fast For the white-maned wave to reachAs it races up the beach;Gray song-sparrows teeter-teeter,Swinging, singing, sweeter, sweeter,On the long, light-green sea-grasses,Swaying as the sea-breeze the wind blows from the west,Every wave will wear a crest,If its blue and sunny weather,—One fine rainbow like a feather!Sometimes, too, the billow bringsScores of fishes,
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