As It Looked One Afternoon in August


Towards the end of August when the sun was still pleasant, before the early autumn rains and mist had closed in, Algy spent a lazy afternoon at the beach:

         I see it as it looked one afternoon
         In August,— by a fresh soft breeze o’erblown.
         The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,
         A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon.
         The shining waters with pale currents strewn

[From Long Island Sound by Emma Lazarus.]

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