Where is sleep?

0ld Hunstanton with the pearl pale sands

Round the corner cliffs with striped bands

Where the waves lap onto the seashore

Ghost of children sing forever more.

Yellow gorse in its profusion grows

The wind blows from the Wash take seeds to sow.

By the gate the the duck pond is alive

The years have flown and I am not a bride

On the white white sands I see his marks

The sea filled all the gardens

Dark blue, stark.

It’s flood seemed like a richness

like a gift

Running down so slowly, coming swift

At Brancaster we two were almost drowned

The tide comes up so quickly without sound

You pulled me by the hands through waters deep

Where have you gone, my dearest ? Where is sleep?

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