Page:The Man with the Hoe, Markham, 1900.djvu/125

Rh Save when the darkness glimmers with a ray,

And Hope sings softly, Soon it will be day.

Then for a golden space the shades are thinned,

And dawn seems blowing seaward on the wind.

But soon the dark comes wilder than before,

And swift around them breaks a sullen roar;

The tempest calls to windward and to lea,

And—they are sea-birds on the homeless sea. 97