A mountainous and mystic brute …
G. K. Chesterton
The men that worked for England …
The hucksters haggle in the mart …
White founts falling in the courts of the sun, …
I cut a staff in a churchyard copse, …
A bird flew out at the break of day …
After one moment when I bowed my head …
When fishes flew and forests walked …
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, …