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

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I love Belloc.

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