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A Lynmouth Widow

Amelia Josephine Burr

He was straight and strong, and his eyes were blue
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 passed the porch where the swallows breed,
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.
One thing I never can quite forget;
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.
He would have taken a long, long grave —
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!

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