Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | III. Tropical Weather | By Epes Sargent (18131880) |
| NOW we re afloat upon the tropic sea! | |
Here Summer holdeth a perpetual reign: | |
How flash the waters in their bounding glee! | |
The skys soft purple is without a stain! | |
Full in our wake the smooth, warm trade-winds, blowing, | 5 |
To their unvarying goal still faithful run! | |
And as we steer, with sails before them flowing, | |
Nearer the zenith daily climbs the sun. | |
The startled flying-fish around us skim, | |
Glossed, like the humming-bird, with rainbow dyes; | 10 |
And, as they dip into the waters brim, | |
Swift in pursuit the preying dolphin hies. | |
All, all is fair; and, gazing round, we feel | |
Over the yielding sense the torrid languor steal. | | | |
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