I remember Charmouth and the cliffs
A piece of land had broken off and tipped
On this island rabbits sang and danced
We stood high above.amused , entranced.
We walked the Devon side and came to Beer
Saw wallflowers wild as eyes are when sincere
On the cliff mixed in with weeds perfumed
Above the sky hung silent like the moon
The Baker’s shop. the little stream the path
The innocence of love,unknown the wrath
The hope of being healthier and strong
The hope that my own heart had not been wrong
O beauty, where are you when I am old
My husband in his his grave, why am I cold?