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Sonnets Round the Coast

by H. D. Rawnsley
  

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VI. OLIVER'S MOUNT, SCARBOROUGH.

When from the mask of fashion and of show
I seek, green Weaponesse, thy solemn height,
Again I seem to see thy beacon light
Flash fire of help to friend, of hurt to foe.
Great Ida's fleet has neared the cliffs of snow;
From Inguar, lo! St. Hilda's monks in flight;
The rash Hardrada's keels are hove in sight;
And outlawed Robin scours the wood below.
Dreams are but dreams! Thy beacon flares no more;
No shepherd hither brings in haste his quern,
Or hurries with his frightened flocks and herds.
But we have need of beacon men'ries stern;
Foes watch along an ease-enfeebled shore,
And thy grave hill can speak Protector's words.