The miles he pass’d, and every coming mile;
Like all attracted things, he quicker flies,
The place approaching where th’ attraction lies;
When next appear’d a dam - so call the place -
Where lies a road confined in narrow space;
A work of labour, for on either side
Is level fen, a prospect wild and wide,
With dikes on either hand by ocean’s self supplied:
Far on the right the distant sea is seen,
And salt the springs that feed the marsh between: