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Ode To Stanage Edge
Great guardian watch o’er your empire wide
Where copses dot the climbing slopes which sway
Beneath the gentle breath of clouds. The tide
Of grassy, bleating farms in grand display
Do shelter, nestled in magnif’cent shade
Of violet, sleeping in your sweeping arm
Where grouse and voles are wont to skip and stones
Which lay upon your side, so deftly made
By coarse and common hands, sit witness, calm
And lasting so, to ancient, prudent tones.
End.
Where copses dot the climbing slopes which sway
Beneath the gentle breath of clouds. The tide
Of grassy, bleating farms in grand display
Do shelter, nestled in magnif’cent shade
Of violet, sleeping in your sweeping arm
Where grouse and voles are wont to skip and stones
Which lay upon your side, so deftly made
By coarse and common hands, sit witness, calm
And lasting so, to ancient, prudent tones.
End.
Published 28th Dec 2011
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