Beeny Gliff

Levin Daily Chronicle, 27 January 1917, Page 3

Beeny Gliff

■ 4 (By THOMAS HARDY.)

I. O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above, wi h bright hair flapping free— 'I he woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me. 11. The pale mews planed below us, and the waves seemed fair away In a nether sky, engrossed 'in say'iig their ceaseless babbling say, And we laughed light-heartedly :i!.if+ on. that clear-sunned March day. 111. A little 0101101' iilien cloaked us, and there flew an irised rain. And the Atlantic dyed its levels with a dull mis-featured stain. And then the sun burst out aigiin, and purples pricked the main. IV. . Still in all its chiasmal beauty bulks 'old Benny to the sky, And shall she andl I not go there oiico again mow March in nigh And the sweet things said in that •March sav anew there by and by ? •' V. What if still in chasmal beauty looms that wild, weird western shore, The woman now is—elsewhere—whom the ambling pony bore, And nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will see it never more. c—n—