Beeny Cliff
Thomas Hardy
1840 to 1928
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And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free -
The pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away
And nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will laugh there nevermore.
O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea,
And the Atlantic dyed its levels with a dull misfeatured stain,
And the sweet things said in that March say anew there by and by?
The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me.
- Still in all its chasmal beauty bulks old Beeny to the sky,
The woman now is - elsewhere - whom the ambling pony bore,
And then the sun burst out again, and purples prinked the main.
A little cloud then cloaked us, and there flew an irised rain,
In a nether sky, engrossed in saying their ceaseless babbling say,
What if still in chasmal beauty looms that wild weird western shore,
March 1870 - March 1913
As we laughed light-heartedly aloft on that clear-sunned March day.
And shall she and I not go there once again now March is nigh,