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Long Island Sound

Rating: 2.8

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,
The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove,
The semi-circle of its dark, green grove.
The luminous grasses, and the merry sun
In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide,
Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp

Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide,
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Ratnakar Mandlik 22 July 2016

Narration of the minute details of nature's manifestations observed from the sea shore is captivating.

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