Wildly she pass'd along that crowded shore, With earnest eye fix'd on the ocean rim: On came the tide, and all would soon wax dim, And she might never see her darlings more. But lo! what means that sail-like line of light, Advancing from the border of the sea Into that stream of glory, golden-bright? The mother's eye divines its mystery: Ah! yes, it is her little white-robed band Of children wading in the sunny brine, That winds about the hollows in the sand: And now, too near for doubt, they glance and shine. Her sight was true: that far-off snowy line Was Maud and Mary, Kate and Caroline. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAK IN THE DIKE; A STORY OF HOLLAND by PHOEBE CARY THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM COWPER SNOWFLAKES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE TRAMPS by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE TO HESTER ON THE STAIR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE DIREFUL TALE OF HORROR by BERTON BRALEY VILLANELLE OF THINGS AMUSING by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |