Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Robert Seymour Bridges 18441930Upon the Shore
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And who does not the morning know,
The day the angry gale is o’er,
The hour the wind has ceas’d to blow?
Are pastur’d round his tropic tent,
Careless how long the ocean’s breast
Sob on and sigh for passion spent.
To house in rock and tower and tree,
Are gathering on the peaceful strand,
To tempt again the sunny sea;
And laugh to find their foe asleep,
That lately scatter’d them about,
And drave them to the fold like sheep.
Break into phalanx, line, and band:
All one way to the south they haste,
The south, their pleasant fatherland.
Arrive in turn and mount the lea,
And flit across the downs, and leap
Sheer off the cliff upon the sea;
And still I watch their fleecy trains,
That, piling all the south with light,
Dapple in France the fertile plains.