Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Two DaysMelville Madison Bigelow (18461921)
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A rood, perhaps, beyond the strand—not more—
The straining eye could dimly pierce. The roar
Of reefs unseen died in a sullen sigh.
Crept shuddering back ships that would blasts defy;
In shrouds close, wet, and chill they hugged the shore,
While momently, that waste of waters o’er,
The deep-mouthed fog-horn poured a moaning cry.
Wheels up the jocund East, and gilds the deep.
The ships of yesterday, aglow with light,
Crowd on full sail, and seaward lordly sweep;
And I, I gaze with glad but baffled sight,
That from such boding gloom such life can leap.