And carted or carried on "wafts" away,
Nor ever again trotted out—ah me!
How much fewer volumes of verse there'd be!
Charles S. Calverley.
THE SHRIMP-GATHERERS
SCARLET spaces of sand and ocean,
Gulls that circle and winds that blow;
Baskets and boats and men in motion,
Sailing and scattering to and fro.
Girls are waiting, their wimples adorning