Elizabeth Stoddard



The Shadows On The Water Reach

by Elizabeth Stoddard

The shadows on the water reach
My shadow on the beach;
I see the dark trees on the shore,
The fisher's oar.

I met her by the sea last night,
A little maid in white;
I shall never meet her more
On the shore.

Ho! fisher, hoist your idle sail,
And whistle for a gale;
My ship is waiting in the bay,
Row away!


Copyright 1895
Houghton, Mifflin And Company, Boston And New York