O sheets of dazzling light,

Move on close to the edge,

Where ships are anchored right,

And gold flames on the ledge.

O rivers, drifting fire

With steamers flaming wide,

Play on your silent lyre

Until the shadows hide.

OUT ON THE BAY

Out on the bay

Was spread a silver while sheet,

Glazed and painted by the sun,

Today.

Down in my heart

Was pain and sorrow's dark sleet

Eased and melted by the sun,

In part.

RESTING

There is no soothing so complete,

As sitting in the sun,

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