A man stands on the cliffs of Dover, looking out at the ocean. He is self-absorbed and experiencing feelings of dejection. This man goes on for stanzas uttering thoughts to himself, at least that is what one could surmise from the indifferent tone. Then, when the reader is convinced that the man is simply philosophizing out loud to himself, the man addresses for the first time another party. That party is a woman, one that he refers to as "love." Funny, she is almost not visible for the entire poem and then suddenly she is. His aloofness to her presence ends the poem in such a way that the reader is left to