South and East

South and East

South and East

South and East

Excerpt

When good King Arthur ruled these western hursts,
That farmhouse held a farmer with three sons,
Gai, Kai and Kradoc, so the story runs.
All of the hollow where the water bursts
They reckoned holy land.
For there, they said, the gods came, hand in hand,
At midnight, in full moon, to quench their thirsts.

So by the hollow's Western edge they fenc't
With unhewn stone and hawthorn and wild rose,
A little meadow as a holy close
Not to be trodden in by foot uncleanst . . .
And from the harvests rare
Which filled their granaries, they were aware
That the great gods this service recompenst.

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