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Read Ebook: The Game-Birds of the Coasts and Lakes of the Northern States of America A full account of the sporting along our sea-shores and inland waters with a comparison of the merits of breech-loaders and muzzle-loaders by Roosevelt Robert Barnwell
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Ebook has 340 lines and 19304 words, and 7 pages
A Word's Magic 82
Sea Rhapsody 83
In an Oriental Harbour 84
Under the Sky 85
A Song for Healing 86
A Singhalese Love Lament 87
The City 89
Full Tide 89
The Herding 91
On the Maine Coast 92
S?ance 93
A Sidmouth Lad 93
Widowed 94
To the Sea 95
Sea-Mad 97
The Atheist 98
At the Helm 99
Imperturbable 100
Waste 100
Resurgence 101
Life's Answer 103
As the Tide Comes In 103
Sense-Sweetness 104
Tidals 105
A Sailor's Wife 105
To Sea! 106
Give Over, O Sea! 107
The Nun 109
Last Sight of Land 110
SEA POEMS
BY CALE YOUNG RICE
SEA-HOARDINGS
My heart is open again and sea flows in, It shall fill with a summer of mists and winds and clouds and waves breaking, Of gull-wings over the green tide, of the surf's drenching din, Of sudden horizon-sails that come and vanish, phantom-thin, Of arching sapphire skies, deep and unaching.
I shall lie on the rocks just over the weeds that drape The clear sea-pools, where birth and death in sunny ooze are teeming. Where the crab in quest of booty sidles about, a sullen shape, Where the snail creeps and the mussel sleeps with wary valves agape, Where life is too grotesque to be but seeming.
And the swallow shall weave my dreams with threads of flight, A shuttle with silver breast across the warp of the waves gliding; And an isle far out shall be a beam in the loom of my delight, And the pattern of every dream shall be a rapture bathed in light-- Its evanescence a beauty most abiding.
And the sunsets shall give sadness all its due, They shall stain the sands and trouble the tides with all the ache of sorrow. They shall bleed and die with a beauty of meaning old yet ever new, They shall burn with all the hunger for things that hearts have failed to do, They shall whisper of a gold that none can borrow.
And the stars shall come and build a bridge of fire For the moon to cross the boundless sea, with never a fear of sinking. They shall teach me of the magic things of life never to tire, And how to renew, when it is low, the lamp of my desire-- And how to hope, in the darkest deeps of thinking.
THE SHORE'S SONG TO THE SEA
Out on the rocks primeval, The grey Maine rocks that slant and break to the sea, With the bay and juniper round them, And the leagues on leagues before them, And the terns and gulls wheeling and crying, wheeling and crying over, I sat heart-still and listened.
And first I could only hear the wind in my ears, And the foam trying to fill the high rock-shallows. And then, over the wind, over the whitely blossoming foam, Low, low, like a lover's song beginning, I heard the nuptial pleading of the old shore, A pleading ever occultly growing louder:--
So sang the shore, the long bay-scented shore, Broken by many an isle, many an inlet bird-embosomed, And the sea gave answer, bridally, tidally turning, And leapt, radiant, into his rocky arms!
TO A FIREFLY BY THE SEA
Little torch-bearer, alone with me in the night, You cannot light the sea, nor I illumine life. They are too vast for us, they are too deep for us. We glow with all our strength, but back the shadows sweep: And after a while will come--unshadowed Sleep.
Here on the rocks that take the turning tide; Here by the wide lone waves and lonelier wastes of sky, We keep our poet-watch, as patient poets should, Questioning earth's commingled ill and good to us. Yet little of them, or naught, have truly understood.
Bright are the stars, and constellated thick. To you, so quick to flit along your flickering course, They seem perhaps as glowing mates in other fields. And all the knowledge I have gathered yields to me Scarce more of the great mystery their wonder wields.
For the moon we are waiting--and behold Her ardent gold drifts up, her sail has caught the breeze That blows all being thro the Universe always. So now, little light-keeper, you no more need nurse Your gleam, for lo! she mounts, and sullen clouds disperse.
And I with aching thought may cease to burn, And humbly turn to rest--knowing no glow of mine Can ever be so beauteous as have been to me Your soft beams here beside the sea's elusive din: For grief too oft has kindled me, and pain, and the world's sin.
INVOCATION
Sweep unrest Out of my blood, Winds of the sea! Sweep the fog Out of my brain For I am one Who has told Life he will be free. Who will not doubt of work that's done, Who will not fear the work to do, Who will hold peaks Promethean Better than all Jove's honey-dew. Who when the Vulture tears his breast Will smile into the Terror's Eyes. Who for the World has this Bequest-- Hope, that eternally is wise.
I KNOW YOUR HEART, O SEA!
I know your heart, O Sea! You are tossed with cold desire to flood earth utterly; You run at the cliffs, you fling wild billows at beaches, You reach at islands with fingers of foam to crumble them; Yes, even at mountain tops you shout your purpose Of making the earth a shoreless circle of waters!
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