Dover Cliffs

William Lisle Bowles

On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood
  Uprear their shadowing heads, and at their feet
  Hear not the surge that has for ages beat,
How many a lonely wanderer has stood!
And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear,
  And o'er the distant billows the still eve
  Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave
To-morrow; of the friends he loved most dear;
Of social scenes, from which he wept to part!
  Oh! if, like me, he knew how fruitless all
  The thoughts that would full fain the past recall,
Soon would he quell the risings of his heart,
And brave the wild winds and unhearing tide--
The World his country, and his GOD his guide.

Compare that other great Dover poem - Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold.

There are a number of poems about England's chalk cliffs on Poetry Atlas, especially poems about Beachy Head and poems about the White Cliffs of Dover.

Main Location:

White Cliffs of Dover, Kent, England

On top of the White Cliffs of Dover, a symbol of England and subject of many poems

The poet William Lisle Bowles, author of Dover Cliffs