In the canon
Dover Beach
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1867
- Pages
- Pages 2
Standing at a window above a moonlit shore, a man hears the tide dragging like the world's faith going out, and turns to ask the one beside him that they at least be true to each other.
Ah, love, let us be true to one another!
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