Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
A Lynmouth Widow
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As the summer meeting of sky and sea,
And the ruddy cliffs had a colder hue
Than flushed his cheek when he married me.
We left the little brown church behind,
And I leaned on his arm, though I had no need,
Only to feel him so strong and kind.
It grips my throat when I try to pray—
The keen salt smell of a drying net
That hung on the churchyard wall that day.
A long, long grave, for he stood so tall …
Oh, God, the crash of a breaking wave,
And the smell of the nets on the churchyard wall!