Norman Rowland Gale - On Seeing a Train Start for the Seaside

Norman Rowland Gale - On Seeing a Train Start for the Seaside

O might I leave this grassy place br For spreading foam about my feet! br The splendid spray upon my face, br The flying brine itself were sweet br If I might hear on Cromer beach br The freedom of Old Neptune's speech! br br Ah, never language like to this br For those whose ears can understand! br Sometimes the coming of a kiss br To mate the ocean with the strand; br Sometimes the nameless oath is heard br The sea-god thunders through his beard! br br I have a sea of blue on high, br I have a sea of green beneath; br For me sweet inland birds do cry br Until with joy I hold my breath; br But Ocean's harp of wave and stone br Is bird and leaf and stream in one! br br Upon my dancing apple-sprays br The blackbird whistles melodies; br Half through a mellow run he stays br And flashes to a neighbour's trees: br He's rare, but rarer now would be br The strident pebbles of the sea. br br And is it strange that round the shore br The lyric water should rejoice? br Ah no! for ever more and more br The happy dead are in its voice.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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