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Sonnets Round the Coast

by H. D. Rawnsley
  

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XXX. THE LARK ON TOMLINE HEAD.
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XXX. THE LARK ON TOMLINE HEAD.

To sit and listen where two voices meet,
One the continual patter of the stream,
And one old ocean's murmurings, that seem,
Pause after pause, one utterance to repeat
As if for exhortation,—that were sweet,
While round the emerald beetles shoot and gleam,
Brown martlets cry, and lazy cattle dream,
And the curved beach is winking in the heat.
But, tireless minstrel, neither voice prevails
When thou dost sing—the giant, laid to sleep
Far up the valley, heard thy tender pleas
And wondering looked to heaven, while she the gales
Drove hither, in thy joy, forgot the deep
And all its perils—Abbess of Saint Bees.