Pett Level at Low Tide
A poem on the black wooden wall of the cottage is from John Donne’s poem The Sun Rising:
The Sun Rising
Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why does thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
see more: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44129/the-sun-rising
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