Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm ;And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands ;Beyond red roofs about a narrow wharfIn cluster ; then a moulder'd church ; and higherA long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill ;And high in heaven behind it a gray downWith Danish barrows ; and a hazelwoodBy autumn nutters haunted flourishesGreen in a cuplike hollow of the down.. [...]