Brief History of England in Verse

O, heightsome hills that fill my sight,The elder of all mortal might —Ere druid walked in gloomy nightOr ever wingèd bird took flight;Before was hewn the henge that standsTo frame the sun in Angle-land,Still steadfast stood and upward shot,Like Icarus on wings too hot,Toward the æther, day and night,While judging neither wrong nor right,The mountainsContinue reading “Brief History of England in Verse”