I found her out there <br />On a slope few see, <br />That falls westwardly <br />To the sharp-edged air, <br />Where the ocean breaks <br />On the purple strand, <br />And the hurricane shakes <br />The solid land. <br /> <br /> <br />I brought her here, <br />And have laid her to rest <br />In a noiseless nest <br />No sea beats near. <br />She will never be stirred <br />In her loamy cell <br />By the waves long heard <br />And loved so well. <br /> <br /> <br />So she does not sleep <br />By those haunted heights <br />The Atlantic smites <br />And the blind gales sweep, <br />Whence she often would gaze <br />At Dundagel's far head, <br />While the dipping blaze <br />Dyed her face fire-red; <br /> <br /> <br />And would sigh at the tale <br />Of sunk Lyonnesse, <br />While a wind-tugged tress <br />Flapped her cheek like a flail; <br />Or listen at whiles <br />With a thought-bound brow <br />To the murmuring miles <br />She is far from now. <br /> <br /> <br />Yet her shade, maybe, <br />Will glide underground <br />Till it catch the sound <br />Of that western sea <br />As it swells and sobs <br />Where she once domiciled, <br />And joy in its throbs <br />With the heart of a child.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-found-her-out-there/
