Felixstowe, or The Last of Her Order (John Betjeman Poem)
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
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