I went off the chalk road by this time and soon had walk forward with great care , for the ground was irregular , and I had to climb a steep grassy slope to reach the meeting place . I came to it at last . I knew it well . It was large cliff standing proudly above the angry sea , and in shape was very much like a great wheel . A well-known landmark was that cliff over many a mile of sea . Warning fires had burned on it in old times . A famous poet had described it in words as grandly simple as itself , and through-out the length and breadth of England , the cliff was known as " Poet's Cliff " . For a moment I walked slowly up and down on the edge of the sea-wall and looked out into the darkness , through which I could heard the mysterious sound of the waves .