Young Sophy leads a life without alloy Of pain; she dances in the stormy air; While her pink sash and length of golden hair With answering motion time her step of joy! Now turns she through that seaward gate of heaven, That opens on the sward above the cliff, - Glancing a moment at each barque and skiff, Along the roughening waters homeward driven; Shoreward she hies, her wooden spade in hand, Straight down to childhood's ancient field of play, To claim her right of common in the land Where little edgeless tools make easy way: A right no cruel Act shall e'er gainsay, No greed dispute the freedom of the sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS by JOHN BANIM ON THE DEATH OF AN OLD TOWNSMAN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SELLA by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |