How Sleeps Yon Rock, Whose Half-Day'S Bath Is Done. With Broad Blight Side Beneath The Broad Bright Sun, Like Sea-Nymph Tired, On Cushioned Mosses Sleeping. Yet, Nearer Drawn, Beneath Her Purple Tresses From Drooping Brows We Find Her Slowly Weeping. So Many A Wife For Cruel Man'S Caresses Must Inly Pine And Pine, Yet Outward Bear A Gallant Front To This World'S Gaudy Glare. Ilfracombe, 1849.