Quine’s Hill

There are some places which can cast a spell

That does not come from natural scenery.

What is the subtle reason few can tell.

There is not here magnificence to see ;

No groves of trees, no mountain majesty,

No placid stream, no waterfall’s proud leap ;

Only some buildings and a tree or two,

Fuchsia-crowned hedges folding flocks of sheep.

Below the hill indeed is seen the sweep

Of azure ocean and a thrusting cape,

But tree and road and cottage seem to sleep,

Weaving a web from which is no escape.

The common things of life are often blessed

More than the splendid in their gift of rest.

 

Mona’s Herald     30.5.61