Poem by Charles Hamilton Sorley

Richard Jefferies

    (LIDDINGTON CASTLE)

I see the vision of the Vale
⁠     Rise teeming to the rampart Down,
The fields and, far below, the pale
⁠     Red-roofédness of Swindon town.

But though I see all things remote,
⁠     I cannot see them with the eyes
With which ere now the man from Coate
⁠     Looked down and wondered and was wise.

He knew the healing balm of night,
⁠     The strong and sweeping joy of day,
The sensible and dear delight
⁠     Of life, the pity of decay.

And many wondrous words he wrote,
⁠     And something good to man he showed,
About the entering in of Coate,
⁠     There, on the dusty Swindon road. 

1. Rooks (There is such cry in all these birds)
2. East Kennet Church at Evening
3. To Poets
4. Le Revenant
5. Barbury Camp

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