Sketch By Carl Sandburg The shadows of the ships Rock the crest In the a blue lustre of the hardy and the soft in rolling tide A long brown bar at the dip of the sky Puts an arm of sand in the span of salt The lucid and endless wrinkles Draw in, lapse and withdraw wavelets crumble and white spent bubbles. Wash the place at the beach of Rocking on the crest In the a blue lustre Are the shadows of the ships