Sea Gypsy

The Sea Gypsy

I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.

There 's a schooner in the offing,
With her topsails shot with fire,
And my heart has gone aboard her
For the Islands of Desire.

I must forth again to-morrow!
With the sunset I must be
Hull down on the trail of rapture
In the wonder of the sea.

Thomas Hovey

Palm Trees

Behold the palm tree,
Swinging all her ten branches,
A little bit to the left,
Sometimes to the far right,
Bringing forth her fruits in season.

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Birds have a refuge,
Their nests are on her branches,
Passersby sit underneath,
For shade and reprieve,
Scorching heat of the summer sun.


(by ABBYMAN)