Eight Harvard Poets/Calm Day, with Rollers

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Eight Harvard Poets Calm Day, with Rollers by S. Foster Damon

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CALM DAY, WITH ROLLERS ALWAYS the ships that move in mystery on the dim horizon, Shadow-filled sails of dreams, sliding over the blue-grey ocean, Far from the rock-edged shore where willow-green waves are rushing, And white foam-people leap, to stand erect for the moment. Ho! ye sails that seem to wander in dream-filled meadows, Say, is the shore where I stand the only field of struggle, Or are ye hit and battered out there by waves and wind-gusts As ye tack over a clashing sea of watery echoes?