[107]
THE yacht was flying fast; the day was fair;
The sky was clear and blue; and my first, white
Upon the sailors and upon the sea.
I stood upon the deck, and with my last
I saw the distant shores of Barnegat,
I watched the heaving billows roll and toss,
I thought that we were going to my whole.
[108]
IT was my whole, a thunder-storm had burst;
My last was fierce, and filled us with my first.
[109]
A COLLEGE youth toward magic yearned,
And all the wizard’s arts he learned.
He had the mumbo-jumbo pat,
And made my first in his silk hat,
Sorcery, black art, and all the rest
He could accomplish with the best;
And when, as wizard, he fell flat,
He made my last in his silk hat.
Dressed for the street, he chanced to pass
One day, before his cheval-glass;
With faultless garb and new cravat,
He saw my whole in his silk hat.