At a Watering Place

They sit and smoke on the esplanade,

The man and his friend, and regard the bay

Where the far chalk cliffs, to the left displayed,

Smile sallowly in the decline of day.

And saunterers pass with laugh and jest -

A handsome couple among the rest.

‘That smart proud pair,’ says the man to his friend,

‘Are to marry next week. . . . How little he thinks

That dozens of days and nights on end

I have stroked her neck, unhooked the links

Of her sleeve to get at her upper arm. . . .

Well, bliss is in ignorance: what's the harm!’

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