![]() | Poems by Jean Ingelow | ![]() |
A reef of level rock runs out to sea,
And you may lie on it and look sheer down,
Just where the ‘Grace of Sunderland’ was lost,
And see the elastic banners of the dulse
Rock softly, and the orange star-fish creep
Across the laver, and the mackerel shoot
Over and under it, like silver boats
Turning at will and plying under water.
And you may lie on it and look sheer down,
Just where the ‘Grace of Sunderland’ was lost,
And see the elastic banners of the dulse
Rock softly, and the orange star-fish creep
Across the laver, and the mackerel shoot
Over and under it, like silver boats
Turning at will and plying under water.
![]() | Poems by Jean Ingelow | ![]() |