| OCR Text |
Show ' KATRISi OX THE PORCH. Bl ALICE CABV. An old. old houe by tie side of the sa. And nt.er a picture poet wouli pajat ; JBnt I hold ;liy woman al-ore th-.1 saint, id the hht of uue btirlb. is more t" lue Thaa tiie jhi in mej ol" air-huU: castle. It fits as it grew to the landscape thers One hardly feels as he stands aloof W here the sandstone ends, and the red slate roof Juts over the window, low and square. Taat lo-jks on the wild sea-water. From the top of the hill so green and high There al.jpeth a lTel of golden moss. That bars of scarlet and amber cross. And routing out to the farther sty " -is the world of wila sewater." ' Some starred grap-e-ri neyards round about A zig-zag road cut deep with ruts A little cluster of fishers' huts, And the black sand scalloped in and out Twixt the land and the wild sea-water. Gray fragments of some border towns, Flat, pell-mell on a circling mound. With a furrow deeply worn all round By the feet of children through the flowers. And all by the wild sea-water. And there, from tho silvery break of the day Till tho evening purple drops to the land. She sits with her cheek like a rose in her hand, And the sad and wistful eyes one ws y The way of the wild sea-water. And there, from night till the yellowing morn ..i alb over the hu 3 and the scallops of sand . A tangloof carls like a torch in her hand She sits and maketh her moan so lorn, With the moan of the wild sea-water. Onlva study for homelv eves," AtiH nrpra nictnro i n-.,1.1 ....I-.. But I hold the woman above the saint, And the light of the humblest hearth I prize O'er the luminous air built castle. |
