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Hilda Conkling

Rolling In of the Wave


It was night when the sky was dark blue

And the water came in with a wavy look

Like a spider's web.

The point of the slope came down to the water's edge;

It was green with a fairy ring of forget-me-not and fern.

The white foam licked the side of the slope

As it came up and bent backward;

It curled up like a beautiful cinder-tree

Bending in the wind.