Thursday, October 03, 2013

High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire

I don't usually give much thought to "days" - there are too many of them, and they all seem to be mildly accusatory.

But national poetry day is harmless enough, and therefore I will use the day to draw attention to a neglected poem High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire by Jean Ingelow:

Alle fresh the level pasture lay,
And not a shadowe mote be seene,
Save where full fyve good miles away
The steeple towered from out the greene;
And lo! the great bell farre and wide
Was heard in all the country side
That Saturday at eventide.

The swanherds where their sedges are
Moved on in sunset's golden breath,
The shepherde lads I heard afarre,
And my sonne's wife, Elizabeth;
Till floating o'er the grassy sea
Came downe that kyndly message free,
The 'Brides of Mavis Enderby.'

I have visited the place where Jean Ingelow was born - the house has been pulled down and the site is now a car park.

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