Erie Waters

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h3 id="id00192" style="margin-top: 3em">ERIE WATERS</h3> <p id="id00193" style="margin-top: 2em">A dash of yellow sand,<br/> Wind-scattered and sun-tanned;<br/> Some waves that curl and cream along the margin of the strand;<br/> And, creeping close to these<br/> Long shores that lounge at ease,<br/> Old Erie rocks and ripples to a fresh sou'-western breeze.<br/></p> <p id="id00194">A sky of blue and grey;<br/> Some stormy clouds that play<br/> At scurrying up with ragged edge, then laughing blow away,<br/> Just leaving in their trail<br/> Some snatches of a gale;<br/> To whistling summer winds we lift a single daring sail.<br/></p> <p id="id00195">O! wind so sweet and swift,<br/> O! danger-freighted gift<br/> Bestowed on Erie with her waves that foam and fall and lift,<br/> We laugh in your wild face,<br/> And break into a race<br/> With flying clouds and tossing gulls that weave and interlace.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />