 | The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman |  |
EVENTIDE
The sunset fires old Portsmouth spires,
Out creeps the ebbing tide;
Beyond the battery-point I see
A glimmering schooner glide;
Out creeps the ebbing tide;
Beyond the battery-point I see
A glimmering schooner glide;
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White flares the turning Whale-back light,
The silent ground-swell rolls;
Low and afar shines one red star
Above the Isles of Shoals.
The silent ground-swell rolls;
Low and afar shines one red star
Above the Isles of Shoals.
1888.
| The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman | |