BELOW the rocks where the samphire blows, The pebbled beach in an inlet shows A quiet cave, where a green fern grows By the summer sea. 'Twould cheer and brighten my home alway, But fades if far from the fresh sea spray, It could not live for a single day In the town with me. Below the hill where the heather lies, A maiden sings, and her smiling eyes Say love's a blossom that never dies By the town or sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LECTURE UPON THE SHADOW by JOHN DONNE MOONRISE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THERE IS NO DEATH by JOHN LUCKEY MCCREERY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 90. 'RETRO ME, SATHANA!' by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE KINGDOM OF GOD by FRANCIS THOMPSON |