SEA-GIRLS.
Reading edition
A flutter of white On Appledore’s shoulder,— The prettiest sight! A flutter of white, One by one they a-light On the dark, jutting bowlder; A flutter of white On Appledore’s shoulder. Six girls in a flock Where the white sea is breaking Against the gray rock. Six girls in a flock— Their gay voices mock The din it is making; Six girls in a flock Where the white sea is breaking. Each flutters and clings To the torn granite edges,— The merriest things! Each flutters and clings. Have they feathers and wings, As they perch on the ledges? Each flutters and clings To the torn granite edges.
