Saturday, 30 April 2016

Puck's Song II

See you our pastures wide and lone,
   Where the red oxen browse?
O there was a City thronged and known,
  Ere London boasted a house.

See you our stilly woods of oak,
  And the dread ditch beside?
O that was where the Saxons broke
  On the day that Harold died.

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