The Song of The Thrift Fairy

Now will we tell of splendid things:

Seagulls, that sail on fearless wings

Where great cliffs tower, grand and high

Against the blue, blue summer sky.

Where none but birds (and sprites) can go.

Oh there the rosy sea-pinks grow,

(Sea-pinks, whose other name is Thrift);

They fill each crevice, chink, and rift

Where no one climbs; and at the top,

Too near the edge for sheep to crop,

Thick in the grass pink patches show.

The sea lies sparkling far below.

Oh lucky Thrift, to live so free

Between blue sky and bluer sea!