In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, <br />Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, <br />The shallow tide-wave courses to the land, <br />And all along the down a fringe one sees <br />Of ducal woods. That 'dim discovered spire' <br />Is Chichester, where Collins felt a fire <br />Touch his sad lips; thatched Felpham roofs are these, <br />Where happy Blake found heaven more close at hand. <br /> <br />Goodwood and Arundel possess their lords, <br />Successive in the towers and groves, which stay; <br />These two poor men, by some right of their own, <br />Possessed the earth and sea, the sun and moon, <br />The inner sweet of life; and put in words <br />A personal force that doth not pass away.<br /><br />William Allingham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/places-and-men/
