07 September 2011

Hookhills Viaduct near Paignton, Devon (United Kingdom)



Yes, I delight, when winds and waters roar,
To tread with shrinking foot the craggy shore;
And watch each billow with collected force
Urge o'er the whirling sands its frothy course:
O'er yon black rock whose frowning bastion braves,
And breaks, the onset of the wintry waves,
To mark it dash in snowy showers its spray,
That flames and flashes in the blaze of day;
Or fall from ledge to ledge like mountain stream,
Its foam-balls reddened by the evening beam.

Poem By the Sea Shore
by Aubry Thomas de Vere