| GLOOMS of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven | |
| With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven | |
| Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs,— | |
 Emerald twilights,— | |
| Virginal shy lights, | 5 |
| Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows, | |
| When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades | |
| Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods, | |
| Of the heavenly woods and glades, | |
 That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach within | 10 |
| The wide sea-marshes of Glynn;— |
4 comments:
these are beautiful evocative photographs lizzy . . . the words are exquisitely of a time . . .yet here they are carrying more than their own weight! lovely. steven
what wonderful photos, such a lovely place
Thanks for your comments on my blog, yes 'looking after the beach' won't be enough for what has happened in the Gulf of Mexico, but hopefully it can help people elsewhere feel a bit less helpless
Padre Island has magnificent dunes. When I was a kid, you could still climb them and slide down. No one knew how fragile they were. They're off limits, now.
Your photos make me want to jump in my car and drive down there as fast as the speed limit will allow. Well, maybe just a little faster.
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