Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
Dover Cliffs
By William Lisle Bowles (1762–1850)(From Banwell Hill)
O
Uprear their shadowing heads, and at their feet
Hear not the surge that has for ages beat,
How many a lonely wanderer has stood!
And, whilst the lifted murmurs met his ear,
And o’er the distant billows the still eve
Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave
To-morrow, of the friends he loved most dear;
Of social scenes, from which he wept to part!
Oh! if, like me, he knew how fruitless all
The thoughts that would full fain the past recall,
Soon would he quell the risings of his heart,
And brave the wild winds and unhearing tide,—
The world his country, and his God his guide.