| Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Horæ Amoris: Songs and Sonnets (1903)
VII. “Chance Brings Me to the Quiet Town Again” | | By Rosa Newmarch (1857–1940) |
| | | CHANCE brings me to the quiet town again, | |
| Built on a low, brown cliff ’twixt heath and sea, | |
| Where once we spent six days of joy and pain, | |
| Whose every corner holds a memory. | |
| There, where storm-twisted elms slant o’er the lane | 5 |
| That leads from shore to marsh, first broke on me | |
| Some presage that my love was given in vain. | |
| Here, where the fence is wreathed with briony, | |
| I think this wooden rail is warm even yet | |
| Where long we leaned and talked of heaven and creeds | 10 |
| Below, the jutting pier shines black and wet | |
| Where lapping waves play in its clinging weeds; | |
| When there we said farewell with smiles and tears— | |
| Could either guess the treason of the years? | | | | |
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