Coney Island

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<Helen of Troy and Other Poems

Why did you bring me here?
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow --
There is no shelter near,
      Come, let us go.

With foam of icy lace
The sea creeps up the sand,
The wind is like a hand
That strikes us in the face.
Doors that June set a-swing
Are bolted long ago;
We try them uselessly --
Alas, there cannot be
For us a second spring;
      Come, let us go.