|Brace's Rock Eastern Point|
Henry Purcell - Chaconcy in G minor
A final poem by Rose Fyleman as usual filled with imagination-
Wouldn't it be lovely if the rain came down
Till the water was quite high over all the town?
If the cabs and buses all were set afloat,
And we had to go to school in a little boat?
Wouldn't it be lovely if it still should pour
And we all went up to live on the second floor?
If we saw the butcher sailing up the hill,
And we took the letters in at the window sill?
It's been raining, raining, all the afternoon;
All these things might happen really very soon.
If we woke to-morrow and found they had begun,
Wouldn't it be glorious? Wouldn't it be fun?
And finally John Keats - as always his imminent death colors and sobers his thinking.
On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
My spirit is too weak; mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagined pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick eagle looking at the sky.
Yet 'tis a gentle luxuray to weep,
That I have not the cloudy winds to keep
Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Such dim-conceived glories of the brain
Bring round the heart an indescribable feud;
So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,
That mingles Grecian grandeur with theh rude
Wasting of old Time--with a billowy main,
A sun, a shadow of a magnitude.
Wikipedia's article on the Elgin Marbles explains a bit more about what they are and their current ownership. What do you think would be a just solution?