On Old Cape Ann by Madison Cawein

Here where the coves indent the shore and fall And fill with ebb and flowing of the tides;

Whereon some barge rocks or some dory rides, By which old orchards bloom, or, from the wall, Pelt every lane with fruit; where gardens, tall With roses, riot; swift my gladness glides To that old pasture where the mushroom hides, The chicory blooms and Peace sits mid them all.