Pile of Stone-henge!

„Pile of Stone-henge!

So proud to hint yet keep

Thy secrets, thou that lov’st to

Stand and hear
The Plain resounding to the whirlwind’s sweep,

Inmate of lonesome

Nature’s

Endless year;
Even if thou saw’st the giant wicked roar

For sacrifice its throngs

Of living men,
Before thy face did ever wretch

Appear,
Who in his heart had groaned with deadlier pain
Than he who, tempest-driven,

Thy shelter now would gain.”
Section XIV, „Guilt and Sorrow;

Or Incidents upon Salisbury Plain”

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