Sonnets Round the Coast by H. D. Rawnsley |
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X. THE GIANT OF MULGRAVE DALE.
Between the streams that die into the sandOf that long Bay old Ptolemy knew well,
Lies the green ridge of Wada's citadel;
Wada, the giant duke, whose bloody hand
Smote Ethelred the King; Wada, who plann'd
The causeway straight o'er hill and pathless fell;
Who, from the apron of his consort Bell,
Spilt heaps of stone, the marvel of the land.
But now a mightier giant rules the vale,
Throws the dark shade of his imperious sway
Across the stream, the roofs, the ricks of corn;
And, when grim Wada's walls have passed away,
This giant's steed shall plunge thro' miles of shale,
And Mulgrave's woods shall hear his steamy horn.
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