There are some places which can cast a spell
That does not come from natural scenery.
What is the subtle reason few can tell.
There is not here magnificence to see ;
No groves of trees, no mountain majesty,
No placid stream, no waterfall’s proud leap ;
Only some buildings and a tree or two,
Fuchsia-crowned hedges folding flocks of sheep.
Below the hill indeed is seen the sweep
Of azure ocean and a thrusting cape,
But tree and road and cottage seem to sleep,
Weaving a web from which is no escape.
The common things of life are often blessed
More than the splendid in their gift of rest.
Mona’s Herald 30.5.61