The Sea and the Skylark

  • The Sea and the Skylark

  • On ear and ear two noises too old to end
  • Trench—right, the tide that ramps against the shore;
  • With a flood or a fall, low lull-off or all roar,
  • Frequenting there while moon shall wear and wend.
  • Left hand, off land, I hear the lark ascend,
  • His rash-fresh re-winded new-skeinèd score
  • In crisps of curl off wild winch whirl, and pour
  • And pelt music, till none’s to spill nor spend.
  • How these two shame this shallow and frail town!
  • How ring right out our sordid turbid time,
  • Being pure!   We, life’s pride and cared-for crown,
  • Have lost that cheer and charm of earth’s past prime:
  • Our make and making break, are breaking, down
  • To man’s last dust, drain fast towards man’s first slime.