Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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The Soul of the Sea. Oh, thou quiet yet uncontrollable Sea! Thou who art not like the human kind — Those whom we love we learn to love- But thou, to see thee is enough, to find In calm or troubled mien, now wild, now bright, A world of wonder, for one who loves thee, A world of light! Oh, could I be the sky and look on thee Or be a boat that sails upon thy breast, I would not gaze elsewhere save on thy billows And on thy great cahn heart forever be at rest. Thy would be loves, the Sun and Moon, Rival each other in beautifying thee. But thou O cold, O passionate Soul, Thou carest not for them— or me. Thou carest only to play, it seems To chase thy many waves upon the shore, Till wearied out like a tired child They suddenly are still and seem to breathe no more At night the Moon who lovest thee Looks shyly out from her mist-curtained clouds on high; She looks with amorous eyes on thee! Thy waves, they answer not her looks or sighs. But icilv they glisten in her gleam

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I. Small in stature, But not in mind, Our fair-haired graduate Loved by all kind. 11. Fair as a star, when onlj- one Is shining in the skies, Her special talent we all know, In elocution lies. III. Her voice is heard in the morning, Her music the last thing at night. The sweetest, all of them we will miss. When she has taken flight. IV. Always fond of boggs and swamps. Ever ready for studies and romps; Sharp, as sharp as sharp can be, Liked by you and loved by me. V. Over the keys, not over the rails. Faster and faster flies the car, Never a wrong note, always a right one. For music she ' s noted near and far. VI. In perseverance, patience studiousness. This one star should be given. For kindness, goodness, unseltishness. Alone she has not striven. vn. A face like a morning glory; Eyes of the deepest blue, A voice like a bird ' s in sweetne.ss. Which charmeth more than a few. VIII. Indifferently and slow she walks. Indifferently and slow she talks. Lazy we oftimes think her to be, But when she recites we know differently. IX. With eyes that shine with brightness And now with never a frown, Like the touch of a feather in lightness, She runs the scales up and down. X. She ' s such a little tiny tot. That on her singing days Her papa comes along with her And in the carriage stays ; But if she ' s little, she can sing And play to beat the band, And with a nature as sweet as her voice She ' ll have suitors, galore, for her hand. XI. Her music ' s as sweet as the breezes in June, She can play all her pieces and play them in tune. Each Saturday morning she comes up to school , But then speaks to no one, as ' tis ' gainst the rule. XII. Maiden with the violet eves In whose orbs the laughter lies. Thou whose locks outshine the sun. Golden tresses wreathed in one ; May you walk with happy feet Where the brightest pathvvavs meet.

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Till night is silently hut swiftly going And the moon draws in her rays of silvery sheen. Oh Moon, oh Sky, oh Sun! And all that love the Sea ' s white foam. Think you a human heart would stake its life And make a watery bed its home ? Yes! for thy love e ' en fickle as thy playmate breeze Could lull to rest with soft sounds, beauteous Sea! And yet, thou flatterer, thou art more dangerous than human foe For as I smile at thee, thy own sweet laugh is gay and bids me come, Whilst still I know that thou would make a grave my home. Hki.en Marie Bowen.