Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

To A Sea-Cliff - Poem by Thomas Hardy

(Durlston Head)

Lend me an ear
While I read 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 had thought her heart
His own, and not aboard
A bark, sea-bound....
That night they found
Between them lay a sword.

Topic(s) of this poem: heart

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 16, 2015

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