In hollow pastures misted with the spume Of waves that crash against the minster wall Hild counseled kings or won, as Christ's own thrall, A savage thane, crowned with a heron's plume; And when faint candles lit the winter gloom, The cowherd's harp rang through her rush-strewn hall, While white nuns listening heard how angels fall And wove the tale to deck a hero's tomb. Her lost world fades into the centuries' night, With all the wonder of old simple things -- Great visions seen and starry hopes set free; Yet still men seek her where the Rood shines bright Against the ancient dust, and Caedmon sings High in her garth above the lonely sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTLEY: MUSIC by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by ALFRED TENNYSON IMAGES: 1 by RICHARD ALDINGTON LA MORT D'ARTHUR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 1. TRUE AND CHASTE LOVE by WILLIAM BASSE TRUST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FIGHT! (HARVARD-DARTMOUTH FOOTBALL GAME, 1908) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |