Ancient Village of Rye
Rigid ghost of ages past echo a biding to come to village Rye.
Step upon the shadows and amuse until eve so closely by.
Come taste the pleasures of the present and walk the ancient land.
Then browse the olden parts and sift through shore’s golden sand.
Least not forget as poets, writers, painters did all most gracefully impress,
To leisure, laugh, and learn; then let imposing confines digress.