Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард)

A Sea Scene

  From rim to shimmering rim the sea
  Is burnished like chalcedony.

  The waves that set their lips to land
  Scarce make a murmur on the sand.

  The ships appear to poise between
  Two voids of opalescent sheen.

  Aye, here eternal calm seems set
  In bland beatitude, and yet

  A single potent hour, aye, less,
  Can change this placid loveliness,

  And cause, where life smiles fair and fain,
  The raging demon death to reign!

1. The Isle of Doom
2. A Sailor Amid the Hills
3. Etching at Night
4. Tyrconnell
5. Saint Sepulchre's beside the Sea

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