Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

Love’s Footprints



Love once wandered on the shore
    Where these lonely mountains stand,
And the surf for evermore
    Whitens down the waste of sand.

Here are footprints! see, he went
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    By the sea’s edge in his play;
Here perchance his bow was bent,
    And his target was the spray.

There he stooped and wrote his name—
    Straggling letters by the tide—
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And when sunset bursts in flame
    Over shore and mountain-side,

Brightly will the letters glow,
    Golden will those footprints be,
Made by young Love long ago
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    As he wandered by the sea. [Page 116]