Barnegat Bay

Down on the waterfront, with a fine view of the bay, Through autumn’s first of many leafs bathing Barnegat Bay on far-descended glory See where the shivering sea-gulls go and play in year drops All is a compliment to receive before those hungry lovers. The ocean, blue by the depth water on-coming winter And, driven by drifting winds off-shore a visitor smiled in front of this magnificence, To find a pretty grace from God’s beginning. The eye-filling day is full from the introductory clouds of flesh and yellow leaf She will fall more and from the off-shore sea-gulls keep playing, and without A sound they narrow in circle everywhere and a visitor must write a last Note from his stay: a welcome-song on the grain of sand because more Leafs will fall… More sea-gulls will fly and play, and, driven from this unspotted Site, a visitor will kiss the sun and not spoil the natural work within him. There is a trinity of consecrated laughers in such spectacle to whom We poets dream and through light and show of autumn how picturesque New Jersey Glowing underneath the sitting sun.