From Duncton Hill- Looking Towards Black Down

[poliphilo]

So therefore, though myself be crosst
The shuddering of that dreadful day
When friend and fire and home are lost
And even children drawn away-
     The passer-by shall hear me still,
     A boy that sings on Duncton Hill.

Hilaire Belloc

Comments

[artkouros.livejournal.com]

All I can think of is Hobbits.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I know, it looks exactly like The Shire.

[athenais.livejournal.com]

For native ghosts return and these
Perfect the mystery in the trees.

Always found that poem so beautiful and chilling. How marvelous to see the landscape he was talking about. I do need to steel myself to drive in England and go see more of Kent and Sussex.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I love Belloc.

And currently I'm on a mission to visit the places that crop up in his poems.