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268                    THE SUSSEX COAST
We, in these sheltering walls, to-night,
On beds so soft and warm, Shall rest uninjur'd by the shower.
And shelter'd from the storm.
But she is in her cold, damp bed ;
And o'er her lonely grave The driving shower will wildly beat,
The ruthless whirlwind rave.
The livid fires will glare around,
And pealing thunders roar ; How can I close mine house to-night?
How bear to bar my door?
But wildly, idly flows my verse : How vain are thoughts like these !
She heeds not now the driving shower, The tempest or the breeze. . . .
Untroubled in the silent tomb
She lies in peaceful sleep, While I in this wide world am left
To wander and to weep !"
The village of East Blatchington lying a little inland is now absorbed in Seaford. There is a small church with Norman tower and nave and Early English chancel whose two sedilia are divided by a shaft; the building is much altered and not very easy to interpret. There was a south aisle once, and in the south wall of the nave is a rather puzzling two-light Decorated recess with shafts. The tower is surmounted by a shingled spire, the churchyard is beautifully kept.
A mile away to the north-west, right among the Downs, is the little village of Bishopstone, famous for its Saxon church. The original portions are the large south porch and, so far
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