Some Broken Twigs by Clara M. Beede
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page 9 of 24 (37%)
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SUN ON THE RIVER
O river, flowing on, In flashing sunlight roll, And join the ocean lawn Up to the island shoal. O great and mighty stream, With flaming breast and bow, Your ferries glide and gleam Through sparkling glare and glow. O sun, on rolling wave Shine far out to the sea, And rounded billows pave, Like quickened silver flee. O sheets of dazzling light, Move on close to the edge, Where ships are anchored right, And gold flames on the ledge. O rivers, drifting fire With steamers flaming wide, Play on your silent lyre Until the shadows hide. |
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