 | Joaquin Miller's Poems |  |
XXXVII
Yet is this sea not always so:I've seen him laughing in the sun,
Seen soft brown wavelets leap and flow,
Seen opal dimples come and go,
Seen argent billows rise and run,
Seen fleets of gay boats lifting, borne
Along his leaping, laughing tide
In all their semi-savage pride.
But list! the sea, the shore, is black
42
He mourns because his daughters mourn.
| Joaquin Miller's Poems | |