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CAPE COD MEMORY by A. PEARLE CARTER

First Line: THESE I SHALL WEAVE INTO MY TAPESTRIES
Last Line: THROUGH THE GRAY SILENCE, A LOW-WHISPERED WORD.
Subject(s): MEMORY; SEA; OCEAN;
These I shall weave into my tapestries
Of memory. Rustle of dying sedge;
A barren hill, above wind-bitten seas,
And three bent, twisted trees along its edge
Crouching, like old wives, patient, dulled by care.
Through gathering dusk they stand, listening in vain
For sound of those who left them waiting there, --
Watching for faces that come not again.

There comes no voice nor footstep through the night;
Only the moan of surf, and long, low whine
Of winds along the shore, gleaming white
The fog-drifts creep, in wavering, ghostly line.
Yet do they dumbly wait, as though they heard
Through the gray silence, a low-whispered word.



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