HAMPTON BEACH. . And all we shrink from now may seem No new revealing, Familiar as our childhood's stream, Or pleasant memory of a dream, The loved and cherished Past upon the new life stealing. Beyond the dark pine bluffs and wastes of sandy Serene and mild, the untried light May have its dawning ; And, as in summer's northern night The evening and the dawn unite, The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul's new morning. With varying outline mark the coast for miles I sit alone ; in foam and spray around. Wave after wave Breaks on the rocks which, stern and gray, Shoulder the broken tide away, Or murmurs hoarse and strong through mossy cleft and cave. And noisy town? I see the mighty deep expand From its white line of glimmering sand To where the blue of heaven on bluer waves shuts down! In listless quietude of mind, I yield to all The change of cloud and wave and wind; And passive on the flood reclined, grassy I wander with the waves, and with them rise and fall. But look, thou dreamer ! — wave and shore In shadow lie; The night-wind warns me back once more To where, my native hill-tops o'er, Bends like an arch of fire the glowing sunset sky! Here, where the sunny waters break, So then, beach, bluff, and wave, farewell ! I bear with me But long and oft shall Memory tell Of this brief thoughtful hour of musing by the JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. Of sea-birds in the slanting beam SEA-WEED. WHEN descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landward in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, Laden with sea-weed from the rocks : grow. sea, From the far-off isles enchanted Heaven has planted Gleams Elysian 1 From the strong Will, and the Endeavor That forever Wrestles with the tides of Fate ; From the wreck of Hopes far-scattered, Tempest-shattered, Floating waste and desolate ; – Ever drifting, drifting, drifting On the shifting They, like hoarded HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. LIGHT as a flake of foam upon the wind nothing; shower GULF-WEED. A WEARY weed, tossed to and fro, Drearily drenched in the ocean brine, Soaring high and sinking low, Lashed along without will of mine ; |