Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер)
The Sea-Side Truants
Wildly she passed along that crowded shore, With earnest eye fixed on the ocean rim: On came the tide, and all would soon wax dim, And she might never see her darlings more. But lo! what means that sail-like line of light, Advancing from the border of the sea Into that stream of glory, golden-bright? The mother's eye divines its mystery: Ah! yes, it is her little white-robed band Of children wading in the sunny brine, That winds about the hollows in the sand: And now, too near for doubt, they glance and shine. Her sight was true: that far-off snowy line Was Maud and Mary, Kate and Caroline.
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