The Touchstone — Watching Malvern

What Malvern is the day is, and its touchstone —
Grey velvet, or moon-marked; rich, or bare as bone;
One looks towards Malvern and is made one with the whole;
The world swings round him as the Bear to the Pole.

Men have crossed seas to know how Paul's tops Fleet,
That as music has rapt them in the mere street,
While none or few care how the curved giants stand,
(Those upheaved strengths!) on the meadow and plough-land.
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