Buxton in the High Peak
BUXTON IN THE HIGH PEAK Away into the high hills shrouded. Away to the high, scoured lands laid with lines of stone. Where the wind crows cedilla the sky Giving their own reasons for silence and for...
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MIDSUMMER DAYS 1 Heading, slowly north from under the cloud. As the road stretches, the sun breaks through. Heat seeps down and reflects up from the ground. Wild rose and elder The bones deep in my...
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Ash, my tall and graceful one! My sky-sweeping, rooted one! Pillar of the upland airs, Feather-leaved and blowsy one! May you live forever On the green meadow, The cliff-side wood. May you not decline...
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