Nocturne The light would bring their beauty so that I could push aside - at one or so - the glass, the bookish reverie and motion in the ever patient night. Accept that passing over, assured their bright delight would answer me, puffy angelic dawnstruck smiles. Almost I could welcome it - for having crossed and moored and having paid, there would be greeting on that farther bank. Now I do not raise to wake them - (had I, dreaming, thought them mine?) - and facing down that cruel water see the familiar reflex there.

Edward & Hope Dunwich 1908 Light diminishes glimmering fields whose tussocked grass smeared earth mulch absorb the last glister of custardy gorse that tints the broken rail needling each tip of rusting wire while gunmetal sea brims soupy beneath the briny row of white attentive cottages and her grey eyes wild