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MUSIC OF TWO WORLDS, SAINT BEES HEAD. |
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Sonnets Round the Coast | ||
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XII. MUSIC OF TWO WORLDS, SAINT BEES HEAD.
Oh wild wave-people, whose far-wandering breastsAre white from miles of breaker, leagues of foam,
Here do ye well to build your fortress home,
For here the strange sea-murmur never rests.
Ever towards the cliff's gorse-gilded crests
Through tufts of thrift the hollow sounds will come,
So that your fledglings, wheresoe'er they roam,
Can ne'er forget the music of your nests.
Thrice happy birds, for, ere their wings shall grow,
Your children will have heard upon the steep
The best of sounds our sad old earth can give,
Song of the lark and distant cattle's low;
So wandering over songless seas shall live
As those whose souls two worlds of music keep.
Sonnets Round the Coast | ||