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July 23, 2019
long island sound | reading my tea leaves

I see it as it looked one afternoon
In August,-by a fresh soft breeze o’erblown.
The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,
A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon.
The shining waters with pale currents strewn,
The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove,
The semi-circle of its dark, green grove.
The luminous grasses, and the merry sun
In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide,
Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp
Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide,
Light summer clouds fantastical as sleep
Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon.
All these fair sounds and sights I made my own.

Long Island Sound” by Emma Lazarus

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2 Comments

  • Reply Weezie July 25, 2019 at 3:34 pm

    Closed my eyes and took a deep breath after reading this. I solemnly swear I could smell home. Thank you for sharing!

    • Reply ERIN BOYLE July 25, 2019 at 3:36 pm

      <3 <3 <3

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