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Sonnets Round the Coast

by H. D. Rawnsley
  

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64

II. AT BARMOUTH.

Sweet is the house that breathes the ocean air,
High o'er the sunny beach and tide of green:
If you would enter, you must push between
Valerian's coral fringe, and mount a stair
Wet with the honey-dew; there, simple fare
Is swiftly spread; there, wearied, you may lean
On couches fit for sea-dreams; freshly clean,
The rooms are bright with hospitable care.
Thence you may view how Mawddach to the sun
Gleams, how the moon o'er Turra rises slow,
And cool at evening watch the wan sea fall:
But if you choose to climb the crystal wall
Of Bermo's crag, aloft the rock-steps run
To where the heather and the foxgloves grow.