Blue sea creeping up the shore
Like a lover greeting
Timidly the maiden land
And as quick retreating
Sad sea sighing on the shore
Like that lover grieving
As he gives a last caress
To the land he’s leaving
Glad sea bounding up the shore
Like a bridegroom bringing
Jewels for the lovely land
Jewels over her flinging
Telling in her happy ear
Love I love thee only
Let me clasp thee waiting one
Ever I leave thee lonely
Green as thine no other shore
Out beyond the billow
Not like thine its crimson sand
Here shall be my pillow
-from the poem “On the Connecticut Shore” by Elizabeth H. Jocelyn Cleaveland
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