Page:The witch-maid & other verses (1914).djvu/92

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Turquoise-green the laughing sea
And the beach is ivory,
Creamy-yellow, creamy-smooth—
How the small waves lisp and soothe!
Those grave woods will not betray,
All the shore is ours to-day,
There's no soul for many a mile
And the curved waves call and smile,
Coax and whisper and beguile . . .
Quick, your garments cast aside
Go to meet the rising tide!

Childlike run we hand in hand
Down the slope of hard smooth sand,
From the kissing sun's embrace
To the kissing waves that race