Classic Poem

In summer when the heaths were brown,
Love led us lightly to and fro
By sandy beach and sloping down,

And idling with us watched below
The sea-wall of the little town
The grey-green Channel ebb and flow.

But many a love and many a year
Divide us since we went to climb
The breezy cliffs and deemed sublime
The sea's long music in our ear.

And though dead love is worth a tear,
It seems but barely worth the time
To put the memory in rhyme,
It was so long ago, my dear!