THE SALT FLATS - James Whitcomb Riley Poems


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Here clove the keels of centuries ago
    Where now unvisited the flats lie bare.
    Here seethed the sweep of journeying waters, where
No more the tumbling floods of Fundy flow,
And only in the samphire pipes creep slow
    The salty currents of the sap. The air
    Hums desolately with wings that seaward fare,
Over the lonely reaches beating low.

The wastes of hard and meagre weeds are thronged
With murmurs of a past that time has wronged;
    And ghosts of many an ancient memory
Dwell by the brackish pools and ditches blind,
In these low-lying pastures of the wind,
    These marshes pale and meadows by the sea.