J. E. A. CARVER(MAGDALEN)TINTAGILI layon the verge of a Western cliffOn a waning Summer's day,And watched the seagulls' skimming flightAs their shrill call filled the bay.The waves rolled on from pool to poolTo the end of the rock-strewn lea:Where a glistening stream through a vale sped on,With its leaping trout, to the sea.The wind rose, too, from a breath to a blastAs the rising tide drew near,And the rain-clouds swelled from the distant deep,So I knew 'twas a storm to fear.I've lived on that coast for years now,And I love the roar of the wavesAs they lash the seaweed on the shore,And the cold grey rocks and the caves.
J. E. A. CARVER(MAGDALEN)
J. E. A. CARVER(MAGDALEN)
I layon the verge of a Western cliffOn a waning Summer's day,And watched the seagulls' skimming flightAs their shrill call filled the bay.The waves rolled on from pool to poolTo the end of the rock-strewn lea:Where a glistening stream through a vale sped on,With its leaping trout, to the sea.The wind rose, too, from a breath to a blastAs the rising tide drew near,And the rain-clouds swelled from the distant deep,So I knew 'twas a storm to fear.I've lived on that coast for years now,And I love the roar of the wavesAs they lash the seaweed on the shore,And the cold grey rocks and the caves.
I layon the verge of a Western cliffOn a waning Summer's day,And watched the seagulls' skimming flightAs their shrill call filled the bay.The waves rolled on from pool to poolTo the end of the rock-strewn lea:Where a glistening stream through a vale sped on,With its leaping trout, to the sea.The wind rose, too, from a breath to a blastAs the rising tide drew near,And the rain-clouds swelled from the distant deep,So I knew 'twas a storm to fear.I've lived on that coast for years now,And I love the roar of the wavesAs they lash the seaweed on the shore,And the cold grey rocks and the caves.
I layon the verge of a Western cliffOn a waning Summer's day,And watched the seagulls' skimming flightAs their shrill call filled the bay.
I layon the verge of a Western cliff
On a waning Summer's day,
And watched the seagulls' skimming flight
As their shrill call filled the bay.
The waves rolled on from pool to poolTo the end of the rock-strewn lea:Where a glistening stream through a vale sped on,With its leaping trout, to the sea.
The waves rolled on from pool to pool
To the end of the rock-strewn lea:
Where a glistening stream through a vale sped on,
With its leaping trout, to the sea.
The wind rose, too, from a breath to a blastAs the rising tide drew near,And the rain-clouds swelled from the distant deep,So I knew 'twas a storm to fear.
The wind rose, too, from a breath to a blast
As the rising tide drew near,
And the rain-clouds swelled from the distant deep,
So I knew 'twas a storm to fear.
I've lived on that coast for years now,And I love the roar of the wavesAs they lash the seaweed on the shore,And the cold grey rocks and the caves.
I've lived on that coast for years now,
And I love the roar of the waves
As they lash the seaweed on the shore,
And the cold grey rocks and the caves.