II POOLE HARBOUR
Ovaliant reach of land that doth includeThe striving sea in such a large embrace!O valiant homes that overlook the faceOf water by a hundred keels subdued!Poole, thou art map of thine own fortitude,And, in thy building, eloquent of a raceThat singed the beard of Spain and for a laceFought on this quay the Georgian excise-brood.Old, and thy harbour skies more scantly sparred,Thy constant stones survey the fickle flowOf Tide and Time; and on thy casements barredBurns Memory like a crimson afterglow,Bright as the blood-red hollyhocks that blowThrough the grey timber in this silent yard.
Ovaliant reach of land that doth includeThe striving sea in such a large embrace!O valiant homes that overlook the faceOf water by a hundred keels subdued!Poole, thou art map of thine own fortitude,And, in thy building, eloquent of a raceThat singed the beard of Spain and for a laceFought on this quay the Georgian excise-brood.Old, and thy harbour skies more scantly sparred,Thy constant stones survey the fickle flowOf Tide and Time; and on thy casements barredBurns Memory like a crimson afterglow,Bright as the blood-red hollyhocks that blowThrough the grey timber in this silent yard.
Ovaliant reach of land that doth includeThe striving sea in such a large embrace!O valiant homes that overlook the faceOf water by a hundred keels subdued!Poole, thou art map of thine own fortitude,And, in thy building, eloquent of a raceThat singed the beard of Spain and for a laceFought on this quay the Georgian excise-brood.Old, and thy harbour skies more scantly sparred,Thy constant stones survey the fickle flowOf Tide and Time; and on thy casements barredBurns Memory like a crimson afterglow,Bright as the blood-red hollyhocks that blowThrough the grey timber in this silent yard.