A SEA VIEW. 



I climbed the sei-worn cliffs that edged the shore, 

 And looking downward watched the breakers curl 

 Around the rocks, and marked their mighty swirl 

 Quiver through swaying sea weed dark and hoar. 

 Eastward the white caps rose with far-off roar, 

 Against a sky like red and purple pearl, 

 Then hollowed greenly in, and rushed to hurl 

 Their weight of water, at the cliffs before. 

 Only a sca-guU flying silently, 

 And one soft rosy sail were now in sight, — 

 A sail the sunset touched right tenderly,^ 

 And flushed with dreamy glory faintly bright. 

 Then fain would I have crossed the tossing sea. 

 Fain dared the storm to float within that light. 



Alice Osborne, 



