Author Robert Bridges The cliff-top has a carpet Of lilac, gold and green: The blue sky bounds the ocean, The white clouds scud between. A flock of gulls are wheeling And wailing round my seat; Above my head the heaven, The sea beneath my feet. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.2 (5 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments