Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | March 22, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Long Island Sound

by Emma Lazarus (1849 – 1887).

 

Long Island Sound

 

I see it as it looked one afternoon

In August,—by a fresh soft breeze o’erblown.

The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,

A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon.

The shining waters with pale currents strewn,                       5

The quiet fishing smacks, the Eastern cove,

The semi-circle of its dark, green grove.

The luminous grasses, and the merry sun

In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide,

Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp                           10

Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide,

Light summer clouds fantastical as sleep

Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon.

All these fair sounds and sights I made my own.

 

Notes:

http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/biography/lazarus.html

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6359435


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