<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419629" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Romney Marsh</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I went down to Dymchurch Wall,<br>I heard the South sing o'er the land<br>I saw the yellow sunlight fall<br>On knolls where Norman churches stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ringing shrilly, taut and lithe,<br>Within the wind a core of sound,<br>The wire from Romney town to Hythe<br>Along its airy journey wound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A veil of purple vapour flowed<br>And trailed its fringe along the Straits;<br>The upper air like sapphire glowed:<br>And roses filled Heaven's central gates.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Masts in the offing wagged their tops;<br>The swinging waves pealed on the shore;<br>The saffron beach, all diamond drops<br>And beads of surge, prolonged the roar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I came up from Dymchurch Wall,<br>I saw above the Downs' low crest<br>The crimson brands of sunset fall,<br>Flicker and fade from out the West.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night sank: like flakes of silver fire<br>The stars in one great shower came down;<br>Shrill blew the wind; and shrill the wire<br>Rang out from Hythe to Romney town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The darkly shining salt sea drops<br>Streamed as the waves clashed on the shore;<br>The beach, with all its organ stops<br>Pealing again, prolonged the roar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Davidson">John Davidson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419629" data-title="In Romney Marsh de John Davidson" data-description="As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight fall On knolls where Norman churches stand. And ringing shrilly, taut and lithe, Within the wind a core of sound, The wire from Romney town to Hythe ..."></div> </div> </div>

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