Beeny Cliff : Thomas Hardy : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :

Beeny Cliff by Thomas HardyO the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, 1And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free – 2The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me. 3 The pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away 4In a nether sky,Continue reading “Beeny Cliff : Thomas Hardy : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”

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