INSIDE PLUM ISLAND.
We floated in the idle breeze, With all our sails a-shiver;The shining tide came softly through, And filled Plum Island River.
The shining tide stole softly up Across the wide green splendor,Creek swelling creek till all in one The marshes made surrender.
And clear the flood of silver swung Between the brimming edges,And now the depths were dark, and now The boat slid o'er the sedges.
And here a yellow sand spit foamed Amid the great sea meadows,And here the sleeping waters gloomed Lucid in emerald shadows.
