Jewels

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Title:     Jewels
Author: David Morton [More Titles by Morton]

The sea has worn her ships like precious stones,
That marked her bosom's tremulous unrest;
And for their loss no pendant moon atones
That rides eternally upon her breast.
For sunk armadas or a little boat
She still is wistful as a jewelled queen,
Who bears the burning memory at her throat,
Of barque and sloop and brilliant brigantine.

The epic chanted to each sounding cave
Is all of fleets gone down by lonely shores,--
The shining spars, the sails, the light they gave,
Now scattered darkly on her grievous floors;--
And all the sea's long moan is like a sigh
For ruined ships remembered where they lie.

[The end]
David Morton's poem: Jewels

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