Richard Henry Dana, Sr.

  • The Little Beach Bird

    Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
      Why takest thou its melancholy voice?
          Why with that brooding cry
          O’er the waves dost thou fly?
    O, rather, bird, with me
      Through the fair land rejoice!

    Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim...

  • The Pleasure-Boat

    Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go!
      They’re seated side by side;
    Wave chases wave in pleasant flow;
      The bay is fair and wide.

    The ripples lightly tap the boat;
      Loose! Give her to the wind!
    She shoots ahead; they’re all afloat;
      ...