POEMS OF SUSSEX PLACES.
And oh ! the wild flowers that around us are strown, In fragrance to gladden each step—when, oh when
Again shall I really muse o'er thee, alone,
So grand in thy solitude—sweet Fairlight Glen !
Leafy pride of the coast, where the southern winds breathe,
Often joining their sigh to thy soul-moving song; Which from rustling of trees, and from birds in the bush ;
Which from ocean and sheep-bell floats mingl'd along. When clear the moon rideth high, high in deep heaven,
Like a fairy abode thou doth seem to me then ; When her beams flit about like the shadows of fays,
Thou art grand in thy solitude—sweet Fairlight Glen !
'Midst deep shade, in his might, like a giant 'mongst dwarfs,
Stands a tree tow'ring high all his neighbours above ; Who spreads his green branches wide over a well,
That from ledge to ledge drips until lost in the grove. Oh, that never old ocean may dare to encroach
Should pray every lover of nature 'mongst men ; For when thou hast donn'd thy soft mantle of green,
Thou art grand in thy solitude—sweet Farlight Glen !
5-Hid in thy white bosom, up up out of sight
(Like a mother that shelters her babe at her breast), A lover's retreat doth invite to repose,
Surrounded by green nooks where birds love to nest. With many a name the old seat is carv'd over,
And to many a name there's some legend I ken; There are spots when once seen that can ne'er be forgot
Such art thou, in thy solitude—sweet Fairlight Glen !