Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE MARSHLANDS, by EDWARD NELSON TEALL


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THE MARSHLANDS, by                    
First Line: Oh, the marshlands of new jersey
Last Line: Blowing wind and flowing tide.
Subject(s): New Jersey; Swamps; Bogs; Fens; Marshes


Oh, the marshlands of New Jersey,
Oh, the broad moors near the sea,
Where the salt winds off the ocean
Wander far and fast and free.

Oh, the tides in winding channels
Hidden in the meadow grass,
Where with hulls unseen, ghost vessels,
Gliding schooners bayward pass;

And the nodding and the lisping
Of the zephyr haunted sedge,
And the mallows' flaming petals
On the sluggish ditch's edge;

And the meadow lark, sky scaler,
Mounting up on tiny wings,
Flooding upper space with music --
Largesse free, but fit for kings;

And the fleecy flocks of cloudland,
Browsing o'er their sunny leas,
And the flitting of their shadows,
Playing with each vagrant breeze.

Oh, the brave life of the marshes,
Jersey's moorlands, green and wide;
And the brotherhood that crowns it,
Blowing wind and flowing tide.





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