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The Surf Sprite by Samuel Goodrich









The Surf Sprite

by Samuel Goodrich


In the far off sea there is many a sprite,

Who rests by day, but awakes at night.

In hidden caves where monsters creep,

When the sun is high, these spectres sleep:

From the glance of noon, they shrink with dread,

And hide 'mid the bones of the ghastly dead.

Where the surf is hushed, and the light is dull,

In the hollow tube and the whitened skull,

They crouch in fear or in whispers wail,

For the lingering night, and the coming gale.

But at even-tide, when the shore is dim,

And bubbling wreaths with the billows swim,

They rise on the wing of the freshened breeze,

And flit with the wind o'er the rolling seas.