before
england beautiful runic ing
how green you must have been
to those woodsman of germany
before the angles and crosses -
your dark tracked forests
pilgrim ways - on a journey
from the sun to the sea
and the mist and the marsh
and the upturned tree -
at times you resonate still -
still can the pulse be felt
on a clear cloudless evening
as the rookeries cease their squabble
stars rise from the turquoise waves
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