The mightiest Titan's stroke could not withstand <br />An ebbing tide like this. These swirls denote <br />How wind and tide conspire. I can but float <br />To the open sea and strike no more for land. <br />Farewell, brown cliffs, farewell, beloved sand <br />Her feet have pressed--farewell, dear little boat <br />Where Gelert, calmly sitting on my coat, <br />Unconscious of my peril, gazes bland! <br /> <br />All dangers grip me save the deadliest, fear: <br />Yet these air-pictures of the past that glide-- <br />These death-mirages o'er the heaving tide-- <br />Showing two lovers in an alcove clear, <br />Will break my heart. I see them and I hear <br />As there they sit at morning, side by side.<br /><br />Theodore Watts-Dunton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caught-in-the-ebbing-tide-a-reminiscence-of-raxtox-cliffs/
