SEAMER, thy rural homes upon the hill
Should be the abode of Health and Purity:
Here one might look for Peace and Industry,—
Where wildflowers bloom, and where the lark doth trill
His joyous hymn of praise. The ancient Mere 5
(Where boats were moored to shoot the wild duck down,
Or spear for eels by light of torch or moon,
Or hook rapacious pike; and where the deer
Were whilom wont to drink) has long been drain’d—
The booming bittern ceased to haunt its reeds— 10
And water-hen no longer in them breeds.
For reeds and Mere are gone: but one is pain’d
To find that even here the greed of gain
Can bind the minds of men in its most servile chain.
George Markham Tweddell
|Seamer, Nr Stokesley, N. Yorks|