 | Songs of Fair Weather By Maurice Thompson |  |
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A MORNING SAIL.
Out of the bight at Augustine
We slowly sailed away;
We saw the lily sunrise lift
Its bloom above the bay.
We slowly sailed away;
We saw the lily sunrise lift
Its bloom above the bay.
Scared birds whisked past with wings aslant
And necks outstretched before;
Some wracks hung low; I thought I heard
A growling down the shore.
And necks outstretched before;
Some wracks hung low; I thought I heard
A growling down the shore.
The Anastasia light went out,
San Marco's tower sunk low;
The long coquina island flung
Its reef across our bow.
San Marco's tower sunk low;
The long coquina island flung
Its reef across our bow.
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Far southward, where Matanzas shines,
The sea-birds wheel and scream;
A roseate spoon-bill passes like
A fancy in a dream.
The sea-birds wheel and scream;
A roseate spoon-bill passes like
A fancy in a dream.
We laugh and sing;—the gale is on,
The white-caps madly run;
The sloop is caught, we shorten sail,
We scud across the sun!
The white-caps madly run;
The sloop is caught, we shorten sail,
We scud across the sun!
We sport with danger all the morn;
For danger what care we?
We hear the roaring of the reef,
The storm song of the sea!
For danger what care we?
We hear the roaring of the reef,
The storm song of the sea!
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