The Song of The Shacks on the Shore

it reads:
The houses, of both small and great
Along the shore, participate
In florid color of the south
- to the sea, the western sea -
a springing flower-box in growth
a form as low as it is free?

How many pigments, perfected there
Also graced a portrait where
A saint or noble face edicts
- a bright decree, solemnity  -
Gold and rose alone depicts
Against the blue; the waiting sea.

The season for them never ends
Time, though, summons other winds
To fleck them worn and silvery
- summer's blue, that ever-blue -
In them catch solemnity
But laugh, because you always knew.

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