Susan Coolidge
First Lines
All night the thirsty beach has listening lain,
All sweet and various things do lend themselves
Darlings of June and brides of summer sun,
Each day upon the yellow Nile, 't is said,
If I were told that I must die to-morrow,
Little, rudely sculptured bed,
Long reaches of wet grasses sway
Love me for what I am, Love. Not for sake
Nourished by peaceful suns and gracious dew,
She has been just a year in Heaven.
So it is come! The doctor's glossy smile
The punctual tide draws up the bay,
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