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CHRIST IN BRITAIN: 9. THE FOREST, by            
First Line: In lonely thickets where the wood is deep
Last Line: The light of dawn on his uplifted face.
Subject(s): Druids; Great Britain - History; Druidism; English History


In lonely thickets where the wood is deep
The sickles of thin gold weave to and fro,
Among the boughs of ghostly mistletoe
Beneath a night of whispering leaves they reap;
And with the waning moon the Druids creep
From knoll and hollow noiseless as the snow,
Their white bulls pace about the pool and low
Through mists of magic while walled cities sleep.

But when the wakened forest moves and gleams,
They vanish at the singing of a bird
And Ninian leaves his hidden resting-place;
Still with the winged angel of his dreams
Down empty groves he leads his savage herd,
The light of dawn on his uplifted face.





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