Monday, 1 August 2016

To a sea-cliff - Thomas Hardy

Lend me your ear
While I read to you here
A page from your history,
Old cliff — not known
To your solid stone
Yet yours inseparably.

Near to your crown
There once sat down
A silent listless pair;
And the sunset ended,
And dark descended,
And still the twain sat there.

Past your jutting head
Then a line-ship sped,
Lit brightly as a city;
And she sobbed, 'There goes
A man who knows
I am his - beyond God's pity!'

He slid apart
Who thought her heart
His own, and not aboard
A bark, sea bound...
That night they found
Between them lay a sword.

Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928) England
The sea cliff in question is Durlston Head
Source: Poemhunter

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