The World’s Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906.
College HumorThe Rocks of Mt. Desert
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Across the water lay,
And dark against its glory rose
The islands of the bay;
The air was still, upon the shore
The pine-trees stood inert,
The quiet sea broke softly on
The rocks of Mt. Desert.
The glory of the skies,
But all the glow I heeded not
For the light of two soft eyes;
And often as, so slightly raised,
They did to mine revert,
No paradise, I felt, was like
The rocks of Mt. Desert.
For a voice of music sweet
That thrilled my heart, until I thought
I almost heard it beat;
For all was still, upon the shore
The pine-trees stood inert,
No sighing breezes swept across
The rocks of Mt. Desert.
I heard along the shore;
That thrilling voice, those tender eyes,
Are gone forevermore.
She is not dead or gone away,
The fickle little flirt,
But glorifies, to other eyes,
The rocks of Mt. Desert.