Grey Shore (A poem)

Against grey shore, against grey shore
And close by lies the tow;
On roofs the mist weights heavily,
And thought the stillness roars the sea
Unvaried’ round the town.


No forest whisper, in May’s sky
No wings beat ceaselessly;
The birds of passage merely fly
Thought autumn’s night with strident sky
The grass wafts by the sea


Yea still my whole heart clings to thee,
Thou grey town by the sea;
The child’s enchantment endlessly
Rests smiling here in thee, in thee,
Thou grey town by the sea