Clinton Scollard

(1860-1932 / United States)

Bag-Pipes At Sea

Above the shouting of the gale,
   The whipping sheet, the dashing spray,
I heard, with notes of joy and wail,
   A piper play.

Along the dipping deck he trod,
   The dusk about his shadowy form;
He seemed like some strange ancient god
   Of song and storm.

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