How sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done. <br />With broad blight side beneath the broad bright sun, <br />Like sea-nymph tired, on cushioned mosses sleeping. <br />Yet, nearer drawn, beneath her purple tresses <br />From drooping brows we find her slowly weeping. <br />So many a wife for cruel man's caresses <br />Must inly pine and pine, yet outward bear <br />A gallant front to this world's gaudy glare. <br /> <br /> <br />Ilfracombe, 1849.<br /><br />Charles Kingsley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tide-rock/
