Seashore (verse)
Hicky, Daniel Whitehead
o)eashore The sun rides on the water like a ship Masted with flame. Far out two sea-gulls dip And meet again white breast to swerving breast, And rise, and soon are lost upon a quest. The sea...
...I watch the clouds...
...This is a day without an end...
...I know No hour that I may rise and turn and go Leaving the waves that leap, and hand in hand, Run silver marathons along the sand...
...I trace my name into the brightening beach And laugh, for soon the fingering tide will reach Inward and bear it outward to be tossed Like topaz dust that glitters and is lost...
...Slowly they drift away, As white as any prayer a nun could pray...
...The sea is but a stretch of silence now— Blue silence...
...I try to sleep...
...Daniel Whitehead Hicky...
...Soon a sailing boat's swift prow Will carve a foam-white pathway and be gone, A shining memory to linger on...
...My ears are each a shell That holds the sea's slow music, swell on swell...
Vol. 12 • September 1930 • No. 19
