In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand,
Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees,
The shallow tide-wave courses to the land,
And all along the down a fringe one sees
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The inner sweet of life; and put in word A personal force that doth not pass away. I love these lines. Its a wonderful poem
Do men shape their land or does the land shape the men? Goodwood and Arundel possess their lords, Successive in the towers and groves, which stay; These two poor men, by some right of their own, Possessed the earth and sea, the sun and moon, The inner sweet of life; and put in words A personal force that doth not pass away.
Nicely written.The inner sweet of life; and put in words A personal force that doth not pass away.
Excellent poem with beautiful diction. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.
Nicely written sonnet With good rhyme and rhythm. Sylva