Friday, 21 December 2012

The Winter Solstice at Hawker's Pot

 Ode to the Declining Sun

“O Sun!  with what words shall I describe
Thy majestic sinking through the skies?
Shall I say, with clouds all girt around,
Thou layest thy head on the dark ground,
All wearied and foredone,
O Sun?”

(Thus spake the poet on Heathmoor’s Head
Gazing at the sunset’s red.)

“Or, that sinking to the West
Thou takest thy rest
Among the gleaming cloudbanks?”

(And the Sun on the horizon said:
“No thanks.”) 

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