Processes of generation, deeds of settlement. The urge to
marry well; wit to invest in the properties of healing-
springs. Our children and our children's children, o my
Tracks of ancient occupation. Frail ironworks rusting in the
thorn-thicket. Hearthstones, charred lullabies. A solitary
axe-blow that is the echo of a lost sound.
Tumult recedes as though into the long rain. Groves of
legendary holly; silverdark the ridge gleam.
-Geoffrey Hill, from Mercian Hymns