 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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SUMMER LONGINGS.
Down by the sea, down by the sea,
A cool, sandy beach lies a-waiting for me,
The waves they may plash;
The surf it may dash—
Be it sunshine or storm, for my coming they wait,
Starfish and mussel and sweet-smiling skate,—
All things of the sea
Are waiting for me.
A cool, sandy beach lies a-waiting for me,
The waves they may plash;
The surf it may dash—
Be it sunshine or storm, for my coming they wait,
Starfish and mussel and sweet-smiling skate,—
All things of the sea
Are waiting for me.
Down by the sea, down by the sea,
A breezy piazza is waiting for me;
And tennis; cool drinks;
And golf on the links;
And music at nightfall, with lamps on the lawn,
And the surf rolling madly from midnight till dawn,—
All joys of the sea
Are waiting for me.
A breezy piazza is waiting for me;
And tennis; cool drinks;
And golf on the links;
And music at nightfall, with lamps on the lawn,
And the surf rolling madly from midnight till dawn,—
All joys of the sea
Are waiting for me.
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Down by the sea, down by the sea,
A beautiful maiden is waiting for me;
I know not her name,
Nor wherefore she came;
But I know, by the moon overhead, that it shines
On the shore where a summer girl wanders and pines,—
(The maiden, you see,
Who 's waiting for me.)
A beautiful maiden is waiting for me;
I know not her name,
Nor wherefore she came;
But I know, by the moon overhead, that it shines
On the shore where a summer girl wanders and pines,—
(The maiden, you see,
Who 's waiting for me.)
Down by the sea, down by the sea,
The morrow shall find me—if morrow there be;
I'll stay there awhile,
And live in her smile;
Enjoy the piazza, the surf, and the plash;
The tennis; the golf; oh, I'll cut quite a dash!
And be happy—so happy!—Then, quite out of cash,
Come back from the shore
To the dusty old store,
And see her no more—
Heigh-ho!
The morrow shall find me—if morrow there be;
I'll stay there awhile,
And live in her smile;
Enjoy the piazza, the surf, and the plash;
The tennis; the golf; oh, I'll cut quite a dash!
And be happy—so happy!—Then, quite out of cash,
Come back from the shore
To the dusty old store,
And see her no more—
Heigh-ho!
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |