Poems (Bradford)/My lake
MY LAKE.
When the blue of the lake meets the blue of the sky And the white sea-gulls go whirling by,And Michigan's waves in white foam break, 'Tis then that I love my own dear lake.
When the white gulls cry, and the surf rolls high, And thundering breaks on the rocky shore; When foam-flakes flash, and surges crash, I long for the lake land more and more.
But when the sun sinks in the West, 'Tis then I love my lake the best; For all the hues in heaven that glow, Are mirrored in my lake below.