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The Western Towers
Blackbird
Gone to Earth
The Roman Well
At Ravenscar
After Sunset
An Altar at Cilurnum
Bewcastle
Blossom
A Chorister
Frontier
The Great East Window
The Hunters of Banna
Kawabis
The Legion goes North
Lines in October
The Maiden Way
Pantheist
Pre-Existence
A Song of Forgetting
St Cuthbert's Quest
St Cuthbert's Windows
The Ringers
The Snail
The Street
Traveller's Joy
Wind at Night

 

 

 

   

 

GONE TO EARTH

 

 

Dim below the harebells

His panting spirit goes,

Eluding as a thought will

A world of foes.

 

To the green world of grasses

Underneath the wind,

Where cold slips the dewdrop

And light falls thinned.

 

Safe from manís imaginings,

And safe from his creed,

With loveís lovely errors,

And life indeed.

 

Unmanacled from goodness

And fetterless from sin,

Only the birdsong

Of life comes in.

 

Houselled in quietness

He cannot hear at all

The huntís false beauty,

The houndsí vile brawl.

 

But there below the harebells

Lies the heartís release,

The silver leaves of healing,

 The moveless wells of peace.

 

 
 
   

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