Charming Historic Cottage, 130 Footsteps To Private Beach, Sleeps Five, Peaceful
Branford, South Central Connecticut Planning Region, United States View On Map
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Charming Historic Cottage, 130 Footsteps To Private Beach, Sleeps Five, Peaceful Master bedroom has queen bed, second bedroom has a full bed, and the third bedroom is a sleeping porch with two twin beds. This cottage was one of three guest cottages that. along with her 'Bungalow', formed the estate of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Frequent visitors to 'The Bungalow' were writers such as Jack London, who ma...
Charming Historic Cottage, 130 Footsteps To Private Beach, Sleeps Five, Peaceful Master bedroom has queen bed, second bedroom has a full bed, and the third bedroom is a sleeping porch with two twin beds. This cottage was one of three guest cottages that. along with her 'Bungalow', formed the estate of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Frequent visitors to 'The Bungalow' were writers such as Jack London, who may have written Call of the Wild in this very cottage (or down the street in a local tavern). The floors are warped with age but the wood paneling is warm with the memories of the visitors who were drawn to this neighborhood for it became the site for many social gatherings that brought together literary and artistic figures of the day. Ella Wheeler Wilcox described this spot in her poem GRANITE BAYAt Granite Bay, such beauty lies, In rocks, in waters and in skies, As poets dream of Paradise. The rocks that clasp fair Granite Bay First saw her charms at break of day And flushed to pink from somber gray. To guard this bay from rude alarms And shelter her from all that harms Great trees reach out protecting arms. Down to the very water's edge, Between the granite rocks they wedge, And watch in silence from each ledge. Defending points and islands stand And reefs of rocks run out from land, To keep rude billows well in hand. The river and the bay are friends; One slender arm the river bends And all her anchored boats defends. So much one island loves her grace, He fronts all dangers in his place, To shield the beauty of her face. Loved by the forest and the shore, While sun and moon, and skies adore, The strong rocks hold her evermore. At Granite Bay the wild winds rest; The sunlight is her welcome guest; The moon goes mad upon her breast. Not here is heard the sea gulls' scream. They come, but only come to dream: Far out at sea their sorrows seem. At Granite Bay, far out at sea My cares and troubles seem to me; Love, joy and hope remain, these three. Though forth my wandering footsteps stray, To realms and regions far away, My heart dwells here, in Granite Bay.