Wet, streaming sand, and the tide going down;
Boats on the beach, and the sails patched and brown,
And the heath-smoke hanging blue up above the drowsy town.
Strong scent of weed blowing off the harbour-bar,
A liner's trail of smoke on the skyline faint and far,
And the bell-buoy clanging, and a lonely star.
Wet, gleaming shore, and the sea-gull sweeping free,
A swinging lamp alight in the ropes by the quay,
And the wind singing low of a ship that waits for me.
Notes
From WINGS OF THE MORNING, edited by Cicely Fox Smith, published by Elkin Mathews, London, UK, © 1904, p. 97.
The last line may be in reference to the poet leaving shortly for her voyage to British Columbia in 1904.
Charley Noble
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