Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Horæ Amoris: Songs and Sonnets (1903). VII. “Chance Brings Me to the Quiet Town Again”Rosa Newmarch (1857–1940)
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Built on a low, brown cliff ’twixt heath and sea,
Where once we spent six days of joy and pain,
Whose every corner holds a memory.
There, where storm-twisted elms slant o’er the lane
That leads from shore to marsh, first broke on me
Some presage that my love was given in vain.
Here, where the fence is wreathed with briony,
I think this wooden rail is warm even yet
Where long we leaned and talked of heaven and creeds
Below, the jutting pier shines black and wet
Where lapping waves play in its clinging weeds;
When there we said farewell with smiles and tears—
Could either guess the treason of the years?