Charlotte Turner Smith

The unhappy exile, whom his fates confine

Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides,

Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of

Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to the North of the Weald of Sussex. Time, an Afternoon in April, 1793.

Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore,