A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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THE DENVER MARINER. |
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THE DENVER MARINER.
I am a jolly Denver tar,
Upon the Platte I sail—
I sniff the breakers from afar
And court the screeching gale.
I climb the mizzenmast by night
And heave the bobsail down—
Beyond I see the harbor light,
Hard by my native town.
Upon the Platte I sail—
I sniff the breakers from afar
And court the screeching gale.
I climb the mizzenmast by night
And heave the bobsail down—
Beyond I see the harbor light,
Hard by my native town.
The cactus clings unto my hair,
As in the briny gloom
I climb the narrow gangway stair
To furl the foretop boom.
The hawsers creak and anchors groan,
The rainclouds deck the sky,
With many a shrillsome shriek and moan
The sea gulls flutter by.
As in the briny gloom
I climb the narrow gangway stair
To furl the foretop boom.
The hawsers creak and anchors groan,
The rainclouds deck the sky,
With many a shrillsome shriek and moan
The sea gulls flutter by.
My sweetheart is a fisher maid,
On yonder shore she stands,
With hopes my ship is not delayed.
She lingers on the sands.
With my brave bark upon the sea
And her whom I behold,
Where is the man who would not be
A Denver sailor bold.
On yonder shore she stands,
With hopes my ship is not delayed.
She lingers on the sands.
With my brave bark upon the sea
And her whom I behold,
Where is the man who would not be
A Denver sailor bold.
August 27th, 1882.
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