THE SUITORS

There is a little Bungalow

Perched on a granite ledge,

And at its feet two suitors meet;

( I watch them, and I know )

One waits outside the casement edge;

One paces to and fro.

The Patient Rock speaks not a word;

The Sea goes up and down,

And sings full oft, in cadence soft;

( I listen, and have heard )

Again he wears an angry frown

By jealous passion stirred.

This dawn, the Rock was all aglow;

Far out the mad Sea went;

Beyond the raft, like one gone daft;

( I saw them, and I know )

While radiant and well content

Smiled down the Bungalow.

That was at Dawn; ere day had set,

The Sea with pleading voice

Came back to woo his love anew;

( I saw them when they met )

And now I know not which her choice -

( The Rock's gray face was wet. )