Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ...rise and ring Above the noise of truck and van, As down the mellow wind fades out The piping of the urban Pan. The Sailing of the Fleets NOW the spring is in the town, Now the wind is in the tree, And the wintered keels go down To the calling of the sea. Out from mooring, dock, and slip, Through the harbor buoys they glide, Drawing seaward till they dip To the swirling of the tide. One by one and two by two, Down the channel turns they go, Steering for the open blue Where the salty great airs blow; Craft of many a build and trim, Every stitch of sail unfurled, Till they hang upon the rim Of the azure ocean world. Who has ever, man or boy, Seen the sea all flecked with gold, And not longed to go with joy Forth upon adventures bold? Who could bear to stay indoor, Now the wind is in the street, THE SAILING OF THE FLEETS For the creaking of the oar. And the tugging of the sheet! Now the spring is in the town, Who would not a rover be, When the wintered keels go down To the calling of the sea? "'Tis May now in New England J'TMS May now in New England And through the open door I see the creamy breakers, I hear the hollow roar. Back to the golden marshes Comes summer at full tide, But not the golden comrade Who was the summer's pride. In Early May OMY dear, the world to-day Is more lovely than a dream! Magic hints from far away Haunt the woodland, and the stream Murmurs in his rocky bed Things that never can be said. Starry dogwood is in flower, Gleaming through the mystic woods. It is beauty's perfect hour In the wild spring solitudes. Now the orchards in full blow Shed their petals white as snow. All the air is honey-sweet With the lilacs white and red, Where the blossoming branches meet In an arbor overhead. And the laden cherry trees...