Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Thwaites Scars

Here, a fitting place to roam;
here to wander, far from home.
- Gwyllyn

Roofless wildlands, hillocks bare,
touched by frost on mornings fair,
when sun in mighty splendour shines,
when mingled draughts of golden wines
are poured out on the earthen-seas,
on cresting waves of stony lees
which never break upon the shore,
upon the bleak and blessëd moor.

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