Year of Seeds, The - Part 8
All hail, Westknab! Great Kinder! Blakelowscar!
Standedge! Winhill! Storm's Blackstone! From afar
When ye come forth in ether clear and still,
Sad tidings ye convey to Hargate-rill
Of coming wreck and elemental war.
While broadens the bright sun, or noontide star;
As if, corrupted by their uncurb'd will,
The lofty and the bright rejoic'd in ill.
So, when drew nigh doom'd Britain's baleful hour,
Portents of mightiest Evil Spirits cast
Dire brightness on the face of Evil Power;
And love and labour, heart-struck, stood aghast,
While horror wrote, beneath th' affrighted sky
A blood-red warning for eternity.
Standedge! Winhill! Storm's Blackstone! From afar
When ye come forth in ether clear and still,
Sad tidings ye convey to Hargate-rill
Of coming wreck and elemental war.
While broadens the bright sun, or noontide star;
As if, corrupted by their uncurb'd will,
The lofty and the bright rejoic'd in ill.
So, when drew nigh doom'd Britain's baleful hour,
Portents of mightiest Evil Spirits cast
Dire brightness on the face of Evil Power;
And love and labour, heart-struck, stood aghast,
While horror wrote, beneath th' affrighted sky
A blood-red warning for eternity.
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