John Davidson - In Romney Marsh
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, <br />I heard the South sing o'er the land <br />I saw the yellow sunlight fall <br />On knolls where Norman churches stand. <br /> <br />And ringing shrilly, taut and lithe, <br />Within the wind a core of sound, <br />The wire from Romney town to Hythe <br />Along its airy journey wound. <br /> <br />A veil of purple vapour flowed <br />And trailed its fringe along the Straits; <br />The upper air like sapphire glowed: <br />And roses filled Heaven's central gates. <br /> <br />Masts in the offing wagged their tops; <br />The swinging waves pealed on the shore; <br />The saffron beach, all diamond drops <br />And beads of surge, prolonged the roar. <br /> <br />As I came up from Dymchurch Wall, <br />I saw above the Downs' low crest <br />The crimson brands of sunset fall, <br />Flicker and fade from out the West. <br /> <br />Night sank: like flakes of silver fire <br />The stars in one great shower came down; <br />Shrill blew the wind; and shrill the wire <br />Rang out from Hythe to Romney town. <br /> <br />The darkly shining salt sea drops <br />Streamed as the waves clashed on the shore; <br />The beach, with all its organ stops <br />Pealing again, prolonged the roar.<br /><br />John Davidson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-romney-marsh/
