 | Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson |  |
THE CLAM-DIGGER
CAPITOL ISLAND
There is a garden in a shallow cove
Planted by Neptune centuries ago,
Which Ocean covers with a thin, flat flow,
Then falling, leaves the sun to gleam above
Those oozy lives (which reasoning mortals love)
Reposed in slimy silence far below
The shell-strewn desert, while their virtues grow,
And over them the doughty diggers rove.
Planted by Neptune centuries ago,
Which Ocean covers with a thin, flat flow,
Then falling, leaves the sun to gleam above
Those oozy lives (which reasoning mortals love)
Reposed in slimy silence far below
The shell-strewn desert, while their virtues grow,
And over them the doughty diggers rove.
Then awful in his boots the King appears,
With facile fork and basket at his side;
Straight for the watery bound the master steers,
Where giant holes lie scattered far and wide;
And plays the devil with his bubbling dears
All through the bounteous, ottoitic tide.
With facile fork and basket at his side;
Straight for the watery bound the master steers,
Where giant holes lie scattered far and wide;
And plays the devil with his bubbling dears
All through the bounteous, ottoitic tide.
| Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson | |