ROBERT L. HUNGER. Yale Courant.
~Panacea ~
When life proves disappointing,
And sorrow seems anointing
Brows of care,
Take a brace and go a-sailing,
Either dolphin back or whaling,
Anywhere.
Fling your troubles to the breezes,
Where the salted Ocean sneezes
Spray your face—
Never mind the moments flying,
There'll be left of care and sighing,
Not a trace.
ANNIE NYHAN SCEIBNER. Wisconsin Aegis.
~The Dive.~
One moment, poised above the flashing blue,
The next I'm slipping, sliding through
The water, that caresses, yields, resists,
Wrapping my sight in cooling, gray-green mists.
Another moment, my body swirls, I rise,
Shaking the water from my blinded eyes,
And strike out strong, glad that I am alive,
To swim back to the gray old pile from which I dive.
CORNELIA BROWNELL GOULD. Smith College Monthly.
~The Robin.~