Poems (Kennedy)/Vignettes

by Sara Beaumont Kennedy

VIGNETTES

SOMEWHERE upon a quiet strand The little waves run home,And somewhere o'er the hidden rocks The white-caps snarl and foam.

Somewhere the gray gulls lonesomely Against the azure float,And somewhere on the sunlit sea There sails a fisher's boat.

Somewhere high up upon the cliff A woman's straining eyesSee just beyond the fore-doomed boat A whip of wind arise.

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Somewhere within the city's stir The guarded feet run safe,And somewhere on the cruel curb There strays the sordid waif.

Somewhere beneath the softened light A woman wears love's crown,And somewhere in the shadow's lust Another's soul goes down.

For storms at sea will rock and wreck The fisher's cockleshell.And on the heartless city's streets Are spread the snares of hell.