Having glazed the sand and driftwood, The water slips away and breezes whisper To the foam on languished waves; A cry far-off of sea birds Wheeling in the sunset air, Not knowing that they, like the waves In their calm motion, shall spend the night Sleeping with the stars.
Sketch: Vol. 37
, Article 5.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol37/iss4/5