A RAINY DAY,
"'Settin' 'round and dreamin'."

"JIM,"
"Seem to see her tucked in bed,
With the kitten's furry head
Peekin' out."




CAPE COD BALLADS




THE COD-FISHER

Where leap the long Atlantic swells
In foam-streaked stretch of hill and dale,
Where shrill the north-wind demon yells,
And flings the spindrift down the gale;
Where, beaten 'gainst the bending mast,
The frozen raindrop clings and cleaves,
With steadfast front for calm or blast
His battered schooner rocks and heaves.

_To same the gain, to some the loss,
To each the chance, the risk, the fight: