The crescent moon has vanished in the west,Īnd all the stars are mirrored in thy breast. Oh grand and lovely Sound, beyond compare!
The youth adroitly leaped into his place,Īnd keel and tide commenced their midnight race. Responsive to their motions, rose and fell. His skiff, with every speeding wave and swell, Port Townsend on the cliffs, the skiff, and we."Īt midnight, on the dark and silent shore We'll drop off down the Sound at twelve o'clock Īnd morning's sun will sure be first to see, So if the youngster 'll meet me at the dock, The tide's a boomin' and the skiff is tight Up spoke the bos'n: "'T will be clear tonight, "But naught to take you safely o'er the sea." "At midnight, tide is on the ebb," said he, Its painter slightly held the little boat.īut from his drowsy mood the skipper woke,Īnd questioned him when next would ebb the tide,Īnd what the craft that he could safely ride. Nor pilgrim poet, woodland muse to court īut pressing on to Townsend's shining port.Ī bark lay moored, and waiting for her load Inured by summer's toil and winter's cold. Without that caution which experience brings
Through dark and trackless woods, from Madison,Ī stranger hailed the camp, with guide and gun.Ī youth was he, scarce from his mother's "strings" When balmy breathed the winds, and skies were blueĪnd strewed the ground with fallen foliage, dead No Sabbath bell is heard along the shore The engine toils, and flames of furnace glow,Īnd workmen, in their shifting, come and go. There, night and day, are heard the buzzing saws,Īnd day and night, without a rest or pause To bear the sails of Commerce and of Mars Give up their tall, symmetric masts and spars, Through which no ray of sun may ever shine, These forests, dark and dense, of fir and pine, Port Gamble nestles on the western shore He sees, in fancy, heaven's celestial light.Īdown the gulf, a score of miles and more, Keeps well to larboard, that his eye may rest,Īnd when, in sunlight, she salutes his eye, She shines refulgent, like a jeweled bride.Īs down the Sound he sails, in light or dark, This city of the Sound resplendent stands. Omnipotent, bear down from ocean's breast Īnd surge, and roar, and leap from crest to crest, Whose tides, like rushing troops of cavalry,
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