From Cove To Cove
The road leads up a hill through many a brake, Blueberry and barberry, bay and sassafras, By an abandoned quarry, where, like glass, A round pool lies; an isolated lake, A mirror for what presences, that make Their wildwood toilets here! The road is grass Gray-scarred with stone: great bowlders, as we pass, Slope burly shoulders towards us. Cedars shake Wild balsam from their tresses; there and here Clasping a glimpse of ocean and of shore In arms of swaying green. Below, at last, Beside the sea, with derrick and with pier, By heaps of granite, noise of drill and bore, A Cape Ann town, towering with many a mast.
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"The road leads up a hill through many a brake,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Madison Julius Cawein delivers a powerful performance in "From Cove To Cove"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...