On Old Cape Ann by Madison Cawein — Read

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.