THE MINUTE-GUNS.
I stood within the little cove,
Full of the morning's life and hope,
While heavily the eager waves
Charged thundering up the rocky slope.
Full of the morning's life and hope,
While heavily the eager waves
Charged thundering up the rocky slope.
The splendid breakers! How they rushed,
All emerald green and flashing white,
Tumultuous in the morning sun,
With cheer and sparkle and delight!
All emerald green and flashing white,
Tumultuous in the morning sun,
With cheer and sparkle and delight!
And freshly blew the fragrant wind,
The wild sea wind, across their tops,
And caught the spray and flung it far
In sweeping showers of glittering drops.
The wild sea wind, across their tops,
And caught the spray and flung it far
In sweeping showers of glittering drops.
Within the cove all flashed and foamed
With many a fleeting rainbow hue;
Without, gleamed bright against the sky,
A tender wavering line of blue,
With many a fleeting rainbow hue;
Without, gleamed bright against the sky,
A tender wavering line of blue,
