Poems from “Thalatta.”[The two poems which follow are from a volume called “Thalatta; a book for the sea-side,” edited by my friend Samuel
Longfellow and myself in 1853.]
I. Calm.'T is a dull, sullen day,--the dull beach o'er
In rippling curves the ebbing ocean flows;
Along each tiny crest that nears the shore
A line of soft green shadow rises, glides, and goes.
The tide recedes,--the flat smooth beach grows bare,
More faint the low sweet plashing on my ears,
Yet still I watch the dimpling shadows fair,
As each is born, glides, pauses, disappears.