Author Dorothy Wordsworth A sea-hamlet, Without trees, Under a naked stony mountain, Yet perfectly sheltered, Standing in the middle of a large bay Which half the winds That travel over the lake Can never visit. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments