West Division High School - Comet Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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Senior Door VVe have closed this door-perhaps for the last time, but we shall never Close our hearts to the happy memories which will live around it.

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Return We will walk again along this ragged shore, And see the silver spray a-ibursting as before. Once more we'll see the yellow, gleaming sands, And feel their touch upon our beauty-starved hands. Again the sea-gull's flight in random swinging darts Will make a happy song within our hearts. Again there'll be the sound of angry wa-ves As they be 'born-to die-within their graves. Still we'll feel the sharpened sting of salt sea air Upon our parched throats and tousled hair. But we will reach out toward the golden foam That lives upon the tide-waves, flashing dome, And find that now our hands can touch the bubble-bal Before they disappear in sea-side halls. VVe'll grasp the frothy gold that once we thought Had all the magic of the light it wrought, And all the power to make our earthly life Devoid of pain or memory of strife. But all the gold will turn to nothingness, And fill our shaking palm with emptiness. Back in the sea the pallid drops will fall, One by one-one fby one4until they all Have disappeared upon the ocean floor, Leaving only Black where Beauty was before. At last our hearts will know a blessed unconcern, And We will thank the sea for all she 'helped us learng Qur laugh will echo in the jagged rocks, For we'll no longer be of those the sea still mocks. MARY STEIL