At Last

                                                  A Symphonic Sea Song

The sweet summer girl giggles gushingly now,

     Down by the sad, slumberous sea;

She searches and sings and swears a soft swow,

     She’ll lay for him low on the lea.

She swings with a stride o’er the silvery sand,

     And sighs for the sight of a sail;

But the dook she desires doesn’t halt at her had,

     And she weeps and doth woefully wail.

She spies a sleek serpent a-swimming hard by,

     She’s tempted to tell him her trials;

‘Haste hither and hold me,” she coyly doth cry,

     At which the strong sea serpent smiles.

He halts at her hand and hies her a hug,

     “O, sweet the sensation,” says she;

And she seizes the serpent and squeezes him snug,

     And sails with him swiftly to sea.

July 5, ‘96

Pub. in the

B. Courier, 

Sep. 6, ‘96