On the dark, jutting bowlder;
A flutter of white
On Appledore’s shoulder.
Six girls in a flock
Where the white sea is breaking
Against the gray rock.
Six girls in a flock—
Their gay voices mock
The din it is making;
Six girls in a flock
On the dark, jutting bowlder;
A flutter of white
On Appledore’s shoulder.
Six girls in a flock
Where the white sea is breaking
Against the gray rock.
Six girls in a flock—
Their gay voices mock
The din it is making;
Six girls in a flock