Dover Beach
Dover Beach
Dover Beach
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, If there is any hope
Visual to be found, it is in
Imagery Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. England.
He is calling
his fiancé, Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
his wife/
Wide sea.. and sea
companion. Only, from the long line of spray shore.. where the sand
is shining white in the
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, moonlight.