Poems (Proctor)/Merrimack River at its Mouth
MERRIMACK RIVER AT ITS MOUTH.
To-night I saw the MerrimackGo broadening, gleaming out to sea;—The tide was low; a cloudy rackPurple and crimson and sullen blackDrifted o'er main and lea;And now in shadow and now in sun,But placid and still as befitted oneWhose life would be ended when day was done,—With a breeze from the north above it blowingAnd the strength of the hills in its silent flowing,Past the pines of Newbury townAnd the Salisbury marshes wide and brown,Over the bar the cliff-born riverLapsed into the sea's forever!