Folger McKinsey Poems

I stood one summer, friend, beside
The foam waves of a distant sea
That muttered all the summer through
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Where has he gone to, Mother's boy,
Little plaid dresses and curls of joy?
Who is this gentleman, haughty in glance,
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I walk not by the sounding sea;
I dwell full many leagues from shore
And still an echo drifts to me
Of the eternal, constant roar
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He had a willow whistle and a fish hook that had been
Made with a youngster's witchery by the bending of a pin;
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I care not for the life that is,
I think not of the things that are;
I live, oh! soul of tenderness,
Beneath an angel blessedness
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They wait, the forest monarchs tall,
In naked beauty on the hills,
Until the snows of Winter fall,
And icy arms embrace the rills.
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The sea winds blow from western isles,
From isles where fancy dwells and peace.
Where summer sunshine softly smiles
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