Wolf Solent - 394

But never again can God look down

As He did of old upon country and town!

In His huge heart, hidden all Space beyond,

There bides the curse of Lenty Pond;

The curse of the Slow-Worm, by Lenty willow,

Who pitied the elf on her tear-wet pillow,

Her pillow woven of pond-weeds green

Where the willow's twigs made a leafy screen;

And the purple loosestrife and watercress

Whisper above her sorrowfulness.