Oak Grove Coburn High School - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Vassalboro, ME)

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OAK LEAVES 1950 BY THE SEA 't The sea, the mystic sea, is calling me Its plaintive cry is music to my ear, A song that binds me to eternity A voice across the miles I love to hear. In reverie my thoughts do now return To times I walked that desolated shore- I opened then my heart without concern Why can I not abide there ever more? The secrets that are hidden in the deep Spring from her bosom and I seek them out, The olden tales of men that do there sleep Are flung from roaring waves which loudly shoutg And when my troubles I do tell this friend, A peace of mind rolls in, my woes to end. CONSTANCE DOWNS, LINES ON THE SEA 'k When long ago I first stood by the sea, And watched the heaving waves come rolling in A sense of deep fulfillment came to me, A peace that lifted me beyond the din, Of tossing breakers, windswept spume and spray, Beyond the sight of waters, crashing, spent, To sands that stretched for endless miles away. And when at quiet dusk the sea was lent The gentle radiance of the sunset light, The waves caught up by magic in that spell Did scarcely stir and seemed to wait the night, As also I, with thoughts that all was well. And so beside the ever restless sea, A sweet and tender peace did come to me. LINDA ZANETTI, EVENING ' In the deepening evening sky I caught A glimpse of blue of our Lady's robe. Through the gathering dusk there was, Her loving smile shining on our globe. I thought, In a pink-edged cloud a cherub hid, And the first star twinkled in the coming dark. On the quickening breeze Hoated an evening hymn: The night was ushered in by a lark. 15 '5 '5

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OAK LEAVES 1950 A silver cloud was pierced through By the sword of a last ray of light. Then the sun sunk low and the Moon anew Reigned over her kingdom in the night. CAROL KRUEGER, '52 I MIST The mist envelopes me As I wander o'er the downs: It reaches out to me Grasping me, Pulling me Towards the glen it crowns. So with it I am carried To a place I know not whither: For the wind has come Blowing it, Dispelling it, The fog that brought me hither! ERIKA LIND, '51 WITHIN A DAY When will the young Spring come? Now, days are growing longer, Sun's early rays are stronger, The sky's a vivid blue. This anxious winter scene Half beckons to the guest, Half forms a new request For just that one last flake. These howling gales of March Soon fragrant Winds become, And awakened Earth will hum Within a day, of Spring. ELIN BROWN, '51 17