 | American poetry - 1902 - 778 pages
...on the windy shore Then come down. She will not come though you call all day. Conic away, come away. Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay? In the caverns where we lay, | *45 I and Reality r Romance Through the surf and through the swell, and Kfality r The far-off sound... | |
 | Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin, Nora Archibald Smith - American poetry - 1902 - 772 pages
...on the windy shore* Then come down. She will not come though you call all day. Come away, come away. Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay? In the caverns where we lay, [445] Romance Through the surf and through the swell, and rjihe far_off Sound of a silver bell? Sand-strewn... | |
 | Mrs. Kate Douglas (Smith) Wiggins, Nora Archibald Smith - American poetry - 1916 - 784 pages
...the windy shore. Then come down. She will not come though you call all day. Come away, come" away. Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay? In the caverns where we lay, Romance Through the surf and through the swell, and. The far-off sound of a silver bell? Sand-strewn... | |
 | Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin, Nora Archibald Smith - American poetry - 1902 - 780 pages
...sweet bells over the bay? the caverns where we lay, Romance Through the surf and through the swell, and The far-off sound of a silver bell? Sand-strewn caverns cool and deep, T Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways... | |
 | Robert Naylor Whiteford - English poetry - 1903 - 464 pages
...windy shore ; Then come down ! She will not come though you call all day ; Come away, come away ! 30 Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet...through the swell, The far-off sound of a silver bell ? 35 Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver... | |
 | Augustus White Long, Thomas Marc Parrott - English poetry - 1903 - 432 pages
...and through the swell, The far-off sound of a silver bell ? Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, 35 Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round, Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground ; 40 Where the sea-snakes coil... | |
 | Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - English poetry - 1904 - 416 pages
...the windy shore ; Then come down ! She will not come though you call all day ! Come away, come away ! Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet...Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round, Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground ; Where the sea-snakes coil... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley, Clement Calhoun Young - English poetry - 1904 - 772 pages
...She will not come though you call all day; Come away, come away! Children dear, was it yesterday 30 We heard the sweet bells over the bay ? In the caverns...silver bell ? Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, 35 Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley, Clement Calhoun Young - English poetry - 1904 - 726 pages
...She will not come though you call all day ; Come away, come away ! Children dear, was it yesterday 30 We heard the sweet bells over the bay ? In the caverns...silver bell ? Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, 35 Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways... | |
 | Charles Mills Gayley, Clement Calhoun Young - English poetry - 1905 - 726 pages
...She will not come though you call all day; Come away, come away 1 Children dear, was it yesterday 30 We heard the sweet bells over the bay ? In the caverns...silver bell ? Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, 35 Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways... | |
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We heard the sweet bells over the bay ? In the caverns where we lay, Through the surf and through the swell, The far-off sound of a silver bell ? Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam... 
