Birket Foster's pictures of English landscape . he sea their wind-shorn crowns,And inland lean, as sickening of the brine, You reach, below the scarp of the chalk hills,A sea-cot, with the tide hard at its door, And the blown sand white od its window-sills,And smell and smack of sea from roof to floor; As if some stranded hull to house had grown,And might up-anchor still, and float away, When highest spring-tides to its doorway blownShould call it seaward, in salt gusts of spray. Heaps of sea-gear lie round : a boat-roofed shed ; Quaint wicker-traps> and ropes sea-bleached, and floatsBorder
Birket Foster's pictures of English landscape . he sea their wind-shorn crowns,And inland lean, as sickening of the brine, You reach, below the scarp of the chalk hills,A sea-cot, with the tide hard at its door, And the blown sand white od its window-sills,And smell and smack of sea from roof to floor; As if some stranded hull to house had grown,And might up-anchor still, and float away, When highest spring-tides to its doorway blownShould call it seaward, in salt gusts of spray. Heaps of sea-gear lie round : a boat-roofed shed ; Quaint wicker-traps> and ropes sea-bleached, and floatsBordering pitch-brown nets, clean sails outspread, And idle oars resting on idle boats. Its babes have made their playmate of the seaThat kisses their brown feet, and on the shore, Her jetsam of strange shells and weeds spreads free,Binding their young hearts to her more and more; Till when brown babe to browner man hath grown, Of his old play-fellow he has no fear,Though Siren-like to death she draw him down, And sing exultant songs above his 29 XXX. AT SEA AND ON SHORE. Now a blessing on the moonlight, Prayed one who lone and longBy a watchful lamp at midnight Had crooned a cradle the cliff-perched cottage The surf-beat rose and fell,As babys breath and mothers song, AYent with its sink and swell. For in yon silvery shimmer That falls across the sea,I see his boat-sails glimmer, And I know he thinks of me. Now a blessing on the lamplight, Prayed one who watched the lineOf float on float, from a sailing boat That tracked the mackerels the yawls black quarter The sea-thud went and came,And ebon fell her shadow On the moons white wake of flame.£ For in yon lamplight, fleeting And faint although it be,A wifes and babys greeting Eeach to me oer the sea.
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