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See porticoes of granite-bloom
In pink and white Valerian;
And Spleen round daisied crevice crooned
And sudden seas to spy upon!
Cliffs of slate and granite wall
Ascend to where the ‘White-House’ stands
Descending shear and vertical
To signal breaching of the land;
Low chandling-clatter, bow and stern
List while all the tide is gone,
Then raised their mast on its return
To bobbing in a sparkling sun;
From promontories descending down
See dark marine alizarin weed,
In emerald marbling swelling round
An aqua-sky of purpling sea;
Oh freer spirits in the breeze
Course the contour lines of tides
They dip and sweep tangentially
To span the surf and harbour side;
Here taught and sagged are lines to boats
On drifts of tide and pebbled spangles,
And twixt the straining of their ropes
Nimbly skips a dancing damsel!
Near this sunken Mousehole harbour
We take to Jessie’s ‘Havva Cake’
Whilst in her Dairy, most an hour,
With brew and whit we ruminate
Next passing bastion-harbour walls
We climb the steepness of a hill;
Far above the Cormorant calls
To where the rooks and ravens dwell!
Here creatures list with broken wings
And cages mock their dignity
But still those Sisters’ passion brings
Restoration’s Liberty!