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.