In War's Despite
How warm the sun! How still the air!
The waves come rippling up the beach,
To leave their lace-like overflow
In curves far down the sandy reach.
The waves come rippling up the beach,
To leave their lace-like overflow
In curves far down the sandy reach.
No pounding now upon the land,
Only a quiet ebb and flow;
A stir of pebbles on the strand—
And then, a whispering undertow.
Only a quiet ebb and flow;
A stir of pebbles on the strand—
And then, a whispering undertow.
No wind disturbs the autumn leaves;
A whir of wings just breaks the hush,
When, on the dry and sunlit grass,
Lo! at my feet a hermit thrush.
A whir of wings just breaks the hush,
When, on the dry and sunlit grass,
Lo! at my feet a hermit thrush.