It was fine today, but I wished I'd opted for my favourite Howgills Bowderdale - The Calf - Bowderdale run. The Newlands Valley was teaming with people; I'd forgotten it was half-term.
By The Sea
Why does the sea moan evermore?
Shut out from heaven it makes its moan
It frets against the boundary shore;
All earth's full rivers cannot fill
The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
Sheer miracles of loveliness
Lie hid in its unlooked-on bed:
Anemones, salt, passionless, Blow flower-like;
just enough alive
To blow and multiply and thrive
Shells quaint with curve, or spot, or spike,
Encrusted live things argus-eyed
All fair alike, yet all unlike
Are born without a pang, and die
Without a pang, and so pass by
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Poacher turned game-keeper
Oh lonely windy path
How I wish to beat your track
Wheres those Walshes
Poor effort I know, but hey, great thread![]()
DT another fan of Rossetti...
particularly like this bit...
All earth's full rivers cannot fill
The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
and....
Shells quaint with curve, or spot, or spike,
if you ain't near a fell, then the sea ain't a bad second! thanx DT!
Last edited by freckle; 29-10-2009 at 11:48 PM.
Time I went to bed
Dark nights all work little play
Eight hour til next verse
Poacher turned game-keeper