The Menai Bridge
Fairest of rocky England's channel-gates!
With what a blessed calm to the main ocean
The ebbing tide, with silent under-motion,
Upward is drawn along thy weedy Straits!
The glossy water, shot with blue and green,
Throws off the sunlight, like the restless throat
Of some vain dove; and ships, methinks, might float,
Trusting the deep in places so serene.
Thus wreathed in folds of summer billow, who
Would deem old tales of wreck and tempest true,
Where you vast Marvel, like an albatross
Still springing upward, as it seems, in air,
Spreads in light grandeur his huge wings across,
Self-poised in momentary balance there?
With what a blessed calm to the main ocean
The ebbing tide, with silent under-motion,
Upward is drawn along thy weedy Straits!
The glossy water, shot with blue and green,
Throws off the sunlight, like the restless throat
Of some vain dove; and ships, methinks, might float,
Trusting the deep in places so serene.
Thus wreathed in folds of summer billow, who
Would deem old tales of wreck and tempest true,
Where you vast Marvel, like an albatross
Still springing upward, as it seems, in air,
Spreads in light grandeur his huge wings across,
Self-poised in momentary balance there?
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