In a
Churchyard
Blossom and birdsong
In
a place as this
With
another in spirit
No less than bliss
No less than bliss
Contemplating
sense
Soothing
and peace
Words
with a guardian
One
Louis MacNeice
The
sun dares to shine
Lighting
granite without
Whispers
of green
From
a bard no doubt
A
hard swirling world
Becomes
settled and still
Enduring
love shall abide
By
that church on the hill
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