Simile.

Up from the hills in the eastward, black at the break of the morning Springs to the sky's'embrace like a lover the ardent sun Welters and spreads in a flood of bright yellow gold, while he scatters

Over the fresh dewy world his beams; for the day is begun.

So does a venturous swimmer, rising from depths of the ocean, Fling from his glorious head showers of glistening spray—Bury his arms in the waters, flashing all white in the sunshine. Cleaving with beautiful motion the waters all blue of the bay.

J. C. B.