\nWhere do you come from, sea,
\nTo the sharp Cornish shore,
\nLeaping up to the raven’s crag?<\/p>\n
From Labrador.<\/em><\/p>\n Do you grow tired sea? Never.<\/em><\/p>\n Are you hard as a diamond, sea, And the lightning stroke.<\/em><\/p>\n Ten thousand years and more, sea, I am hungry still.<\/em><\/p>\n When will you rest, sea?<\/p>\n When moon and sun Where do you come from, sea, To the sharp Cornish shore, Leaping up to the raven’s crag? From Labrador. Do you grow tired sea? Are you weary ever When the storms burst over your head? Never. Are you hard as a diamond, sea, As iron, as oak? Are you stronger than flint or steel? And […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":1116,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1835","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1835","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1835"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1835\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1843,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1835\/revisions\/1843"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1116"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1835"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAre you weary ever
\nWhen the storms burst over your head?<\/p>\n
\nAs iron, as oak?
\nAre you stronger than flint or steel?<\/p>\n
\nYou have gobbled your fill,
\nSwallowing stone and slate!<\/p>\n
\nRide only fields of salt water
\nAnd the land is gone.<\/em>
\n
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\n\u00a9 Charles Causley, Collected Poems 1951-2000.<\/em> Macmillan, 2000. Reprinted by permission.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"