Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
II. Fine Weather at SeaDavid Lester Richardson (18011865)
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Its azure bound extends; the circle wide
Is sharply clear; contrasted hues divide
The sky and water. Clouds, like hills that wear
The winter’s snow-wrought mantle, brightly fair,
Rest on the main’s blue marge. As shadows glide
O’er dew-decked fields, the calm ship seems to slide
O’er glassy paths that catch the noontide glare,
As if bestrewn with diamonds. Quickly play
The small crisp waves, that musically break
Their shining peaks. And now, if aught can make
Celestial spirits wing their downward way,
Methinks they glitter in the proud sun’s wake,
And breathe a glorious beauty on the day.