BELOW the rocks where the samphire blows, The pebbled beach in an inlet shows A quiet cave, where a green fern grows By the summer sea. 'Twould cheer and brighten my home alway, But fades if far from the fresh sea spray, It could not live for a single day In the town with me. Below the hill where the heather lies, A maiden sings, and her smiling eyes Say love's a blossom that never dies By the town or sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA JOHN KEATS (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON THE SUMMER IS ENDED (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MAID by KATHERINE MARIE CORNELIA BREGY TO JUDAH HA-LEVI by M. L. R. BRESLAR |