WE stood among the boats and nets;
We saw the swift clouds fall, We watched the schooners scamper in Before the sudden squall;--The jolly squall strove lustily To whelm the sheltered street--The merry squall that piled the seas About the patient headland's knees And chased the fishing fleet.
She laughed; as if with wings her mirth Arose and left the wingless earth And all tame things behind;
Rose like a bird, wild with delight Whose briny pinions flash in flight Through storm and sun and wind.
Her laughter sought those skies because Their mood and hers were one, For she and I were drunk with love And life and storm and sun!
And while she laughed, the Sun himself Leapt laughing through the rain And struck his harper hand along The ringing coast; and that wind-song Whose joy is mixed with pain Forgot the undertone of grief And joined the jocund strain, And over every hidden reef Whereon the waves broke merrily Rose jets and sprays of melody And leapt and laughed again.
