Copyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check the copyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing this or any other Project Gutenberg eBook.
This header should be the first thing seen when viewing this Project Gutenberg file. Please do not remove it. Do not change or edit the header without written permission.
Please read the "legal small print," and other information about the eBook and Project Gutenberg at the bottom of this file. Included is important information about your specific rights and restrictions in how the file may be used. You can also find out about how to make a donation to Project Gutenberg, and how to get involved.
Title: Along the Shore
Author: Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
Release Date: December, 2004 [EBook #7056]
[This file was first posted on March 3, 2003]
Character set encoding: Latin-1
*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ALONG THE SHORE ***
We feel the wind of Spring, from blossoms winging;
We meet with souls tender as tints in May:
For these large ecstasies what are we bringing?
Inlet And Shore
A Protean Glimpse
Power Against Power
One And One
Unity In Space
The Shell And The Word
The Clock-Tower Bell
Ours To Endure
Why Sad To-Day?
The Ghosts Of Revellers
A Song Before Grief
First Bloom Of Love
A Wooing Song
The Clock's Song
The Cynic's Fealty
The Girls We Might Have Wed
A Youth's Suicide
Twenty Bold Mariners
In The Artillery
The Lost Battle
The Outgoing Race
A Ballad Of The Mist
The Dreaming Wheel
The Roads That Meet
A PASSING VOICE
Here is a world of changing glow,
Where moods roll swiftly far and wide;
Waves sadder than a funeral's pride,
The sunlight makes the black hulls cast
A firefly radiance down the deep;
The inlet gleams, the long clouds sweep,
The far sea-line is hushed and still;
The nearer sea has life and voice;
Each soul may take his fondest choice,--
O little children of the deep,--
The single sails, the bright, full sails,
Gold in the sun, dark when it fails,
O blue of heaven, and bluer sea,
And green of wave, and gold of sky,
And white of sand that stretches by,
O shell-strewn shore, that silent hears
The legend of the mighty main,
And tells to none the lore again,--
Now bringing you back...
Does that email address look wrong? Try again with a different email.