FALL AT BLOCK ISLAND SOUND

She gazes far upon the sea,
The big waves break onto the shore.
She regrets the summer past,
All the happy moments it held.
The warm Gulf Stream floats by
Hints of bygone storms in its swells;
In the eternal travel
Lies a promise of yet another summer.
The gulls fly lazily overhead,
In the distance are audible
Shrill calls of migrating geese,
The startlings fly about in great swarms.
Somewhere on the horizon
A solitary ship is seen;
Without sound, bleak and lonesome
It slowly disappears and is no more.