Here you will find the Poem On Seeing a Train Start for the Seaside of poet Norman Rowland Gale
O might I leave this grassy place For spreading foam about my feet! The splendid spray upon my face, The flying brine itself were sweet If I might hear on Cromer beach The freedom of Old Neptune's speech! Ah, never language like to this For those whose ears can understand! Sometimes the coming of a kiss To mate the ocean with the strand; Sometimes the nameless oath is heard The sea-god thunders through his beard! I have a sea of blue on high, I have a sea of green beneath; For me sweet inland birds do cry Until with joy I hold my breath; But Ocean's harp of wave and stone Is bird and leaf and stream in one! Upon my dancing apple-sprays The blackbird whistles melodies; Half through a mellow run he stays And flashes to a neighbour's trees: He's rare, but rarer now would be The strident pebbles of the sea. And is it strange that round the shore The lyric water should rejoice? Ah no! for ever more and more The happy dead are in its voice. Majestic poet! might I be As full of song, as finely free!