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    FLEETING YEARS.   Table of Contents     THOUGHTS ON RETIRING.

Mossell, N.F.
The Work of Afro-American Women

- THE AFRO-AMERICAN WOMAN IN VERSE.
- AT BAY ST. LOUIS.


AT BAY ST. LOUIS.

BY MISS ALICE RUTH MOORE.


Soft breezes blow, and swiftly show,
Through fragrant orange branches parted,
A maiden fair, with sun-flecked hair
Caressed by arrows, golden darted.
The vine-clad tree holds forth to me
A promise sweet of purple blooms,
A chirping bird, scarce seen, but heard,
Sings dreamily, and sweetly croons,
At Bay St. Louis.

The hammock swinging, idly singing, lissome, nutbrown maid
Swings gaily, freely, to and fro.
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The curling, green-white waters, casting cool, clear shade,
Rock small, shell boats that go
In circles wide, or tug at anchor's strain,
As though to skim the sea with cargo vain,
At Bay St. Louis.

The maid swings slower, slower to and fro,
And sunbeams kiss gray, dreamy half-closed eyes;
Fond lover creeping on with footsteps slow,
Gives gentle kiss, and smiles at sweet surprise.

The lengthening shadows tell that eve is nigh,
And fragrant zephyrs cool and calmer grow,
Yet still the lover lingers, and scarce-breathed sigh
Bids the swift hours to pause, nor go,
At Bay St. Louis.

    FLEETING YEARS.   Table of Contents     THOUGHTS ON RETIRING.