November 25, 1929 & “The Seabird” and “Sunset on the Mediterranean

THE SEABIRD

She rides the waves of the abysmal deep

On a steady course with a tryst to keep.

The green foam curls from her steel clad prow

As she cuts her way like a giant plow.

Among her spars the wild winds sing

As she rides the waves like a living thing.

 

Her great heart throbs with a steady beat,

Her decks resound to the pacing feet

Of men and women, each seeking a goal . . .

The centrical nucleus that brims her soul!

Rhythm in her spars where the wild winds sing

As she rides the waves like a living thing!

 

SUNSET ON THE MEDITERRANEAN

 The sunset flamed the western sky,

The waters lay fold on fold,

From the stern of the ship they fell away

Draped in cloth of gold.

 

Just thru the windows the tables stood

With spotless linen spread

And dinner waiting to be served . . .

With beauty we were fed.

 

Silent, we watched beside the rail

In the slowly fading light,

’Til purpling shadows wrapt us round

In soft encircling night.

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