Glen Spell

Over the hushed glen

A quiet spirit broods;

Far from haunts of men

Is its solitudes.

Gaunt trees stand on the banks

Stretching bare boughs:

Straight and tall in serried ranks,

No tempests house.

And unsung beauty lies within the dell,

Unsung but carilloned from snowdrop bell,

Din den, din den

Within the glen –

Here is no man’s, but Nature’s, spell !

 

Weekly Times  29.9.61