The Sea

Rising in roars the wallow-weaving waves
Dash, crash, receding, seething surf,
Blue-white bubbles in bursting raves,
Blink, wink, sink down. The turf
Thrives and thickens with height above the salt
In scanty tuft-padding, then soft bedding
Of green and juicy grass for the colt
And the cow. Down the loose, shedding
Rock and sand cliff, land slips
In numerous-sized particles. Ever on
The drowning dash sound around whips
Lash-swishing, surging its rage upon
The inscooped rocks. Whilst the quiet, calm lee
Feels not the wearing tearing of the sea.

From earlier verses/1960s verses/journey verses1959/1960

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