Iii.--In Dorsetshire

Cold and bare the sunlight Drifted across the hill, Round which the sea wind's current Unfathomable and chill, From dawn to silver sunset Poured now faint, now shrill.

"How to comfort you, Share any part? Even to understand you Too deep an art! Yet I'd comfort you, Tear out my heart."

"Do not look on me, Dry eyes for my sake; Do not smooth my forehead Your hands make me ache; O, and turn away your kisses Or heart must break."

Cold and bare the sunlight Drifted across the hill, Only the sea-wind's current, Unfathomable and chill, Heard such speech gather, Bewail itself ... fall still.

Toward the hill then zigzagged One wind-harried plover-- Rocked for a moment.... Cried to love and lover The top of loneliness Ere he heeled over.