Gloucester Harbor
by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward (1844�1911) |
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ONE shadow glides from the dumb shore,
And one from
every silent sail.
One cloud the averted heavens wear,
A soft mask, thin and frail.
Oh, silver is the
lessening rain,
And yellow was the weary drouth.
The
reef her warning finger puts
Upon the harbor's mouth.
Her thin, wan finger, stiff and stark,
She holds by
night, she holds by day.
Ask, if you will: no answer
makes
The sombre, guarded bay.
The fleet, with
idle canvas hung,
Like a brute life, sleeps patiently.
The headlights nod across the cliff,
The fog blows out to
sea.
There is no color on the tide,
No color on
the helpless sky;
Across the beach�a safe, small sound�
The grass-hid crickets cry.
And through the dusk I
hear the keels
Of home-bound boats grate low and sweet.
O happy lights! O watching eyes!
Leap out the sound to
greet.
O tender arms that meet and clasp!
Gather
and cherish while ye may.
The morrow knoweth God. Ye know
Your own are yours to-day.
Forever from the
Gloucester winds
The cries of hungry children start.
There breaks in every Gloucester wave
A widowed woman's
heart. |
By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward (1844�1911)
Listed April 9, 2013 |
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