Seth Allen / Woodford County
Imbower'd vaults of pillar'd palm,
On either side a wall,
A throng of fur swinging so free
Beneath the canopy,
That I can hardly make my way
Before I lose my gait.
The scorching sun obscured by leaf
Gives not my mind relief
From past, from dark, the dullened pain,
The never-ending stain
The memory of that old thief--
The time that was too brief.
Beside the brilliant sea she lay.
To her I cannot repay
The debts I owe--the life she gave,
The life she made for me--
That red brick town by ocean’s foam,
The place I once called home.
The sad old town beside the sea
A beauty left to be,
Alone, disturbed by none but me
With no one left to see
Her tears, the waves, her loneliness,
Forever left like this.