Autumn in England;

Red sun over the counties, resolute, glowing;

Country lattice panes crystalled in dusk walls;

Gloom -worn, gentle-leaved gardens; elf moss on old eaves

Gipsy winds in the pine scent, scattering, blowing.

Later only the snow, fields' dereliction,

And hedge-line loneliness veined on earth's white hands.

Somewhere whispers a valley, lissome the hearer;

Dimly bushes and berries weave words to dreamer.

Angel-slender on hillock, Marion rested,

And an age stood still as the beasts and fields were blessed,

For the wise grey youth in her eyes wore heaven's crest

As the vaporous dew of a holy mountain side

Spell swept the figure

Extract The Visitaton