WHEN THE. SCOTERS FLY. 
WALDO. 
Rise, dip, dip and rise ! 
Under the curtain of starlit skies, 
Small black specks on a blacker sea, 
The dories rise and the dories fall, 
Waile silence broods and covers all. 
And now there’s one and now there’s three, 
While the waters murmur ceaselessly ; 
Rise, dip, dip and rise ! 
The dories bob ’neath starlit skies. 
Dip, rise, rise and dip! 
From beyond the headlands upward slip 
The first long shafts from the king of day, 
And the low hung clouds with crimson flush, 
And the jutting headlands burn and blush, 
While the starry watchers slip away 
From the shining path across the bay. 
Dip, rise, rise and dip ! 
The dories bob and the waters slip. 
Rise, dip, dip and rise! 
Like drifting foam a sea gull flies, 
And far in the east a rim of red, 
Out of the waters that fret and fume, 
Out of the waves and white sea spume, 
Climbs whence the fading stars have fled, 
And a golden cloud drifts overhead. 
Rise, dip, dip and rise ! 
The dories bob and the sea gull flies. 
Dip, rise, rise and dip! 
The thole pins creak and the oar blades drip, 
And out of the fading hills of sand, 
Opaque oblivion seaward drifts ; 
And the anchors fall and each boat lifts 
On the rising tide and from the land 
The fog horn bellows its hoarse command. 
Rise, dip, dip and rise ! 
Out of the blankness warning cries 
Over the waves are quickly passed : 
“« Mark five to right and low they fly!” 
A whistle of wings, one low word ‘‘ Try!” 
And tongues of flame have sprung at last 
At the shadowy phantoms sweeping past. 
Rise, dip, dip and rise ! : 
And dead birds float, nor heed the cries. 
365 
