The Child on the Cliffs + 

Mother, the root of this little yellow flower + 

Among the stones has the taste of quinine. + 

Things are strange to-day on the cliff. The sun shines so bright, + 

And the grasshopper works at his sewing-machine + 

So hard. Here’s one on my hand, mother, look; + 

I lie so still. There’s one on your book. + 

But I have something to tell more strange. So leave + 

Your book to the grasshopper, mother dear⁠— + 

Like a green knight in a dazzling market-place⁠— + 

And listen now. Can you hear what I hear + 

Far out? Now and then the foam there curls + 

And stretches a white arm out like a girl’s. + 

Fishes and gulls ring no bells. There cannot be + 

A chapel or church between here and Devon, + 

With fishes or gulls ringing its bell⁠—hark!⁠— + 

Somewhere under the sea or up in heaven. + 

“It’s the bell, my son, out in the bay + 

On the buoy. It does sound sweet to-day.” + 

Sweeter I never heard, mother, no, not in all Wales. + 

I should like to be lying under that foam, + 

Dead, but able to hear the sound of the bell, + 

And certain that you would often come + 

And rest, listening happily. + 

I should be happy if that could be. + 