Waving lowly on the rocky ledge;
Leaning seaward, lovely to behold,
Clinging to the high cliff’s ragged edge;
Burning in the pure September day,
Spike of gold against the stainless blue,
Do you watch the vessels drifting by?
Does the quiet day seem long to you?
—Celia Thaxter, in “Seaside Goldenrod.”
THE PALM WARBLER.
(Dendroica palmarum.)
Then tiny warblers flit and sing,