Edward Shanks Poems

There is a beach upon a western shore
Which those who know it call the Beach of Shells,
For there the secret tides conspire to pour
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This is the sea. In these uneven walls
A wave lies prisoned. Far and far away
Outward to ocean, as the slow tide falls,
Her sisters through the capes that hold the bay
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The pale road winds faintly upward into the dark skies,
And beside it on the rough grass that the wind invisibly stirs,
Sheltered by sharp-speared gorse and the berried junipers,
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