In England Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

In England

I walked upon the ancient Pilgrim's Way
And looked across the green and flowing downs,
The light of England pale upon the day
Illuminating sleepy ancient towns
With houses joined together at the waist.
Along the cobbled streets Clematis grew
The rose's fragrance with the lily's paced
Luxuriant and glistening with dew.
Such sacred things, the ivied church, the cries
Of new-born lambs frolicking in the field,
Cathedral spires breaking through the skies
And towers where the bells of mercy pealed.
The choirs sang amongst the faithful few
New anthems sounding tired, old, and worn,
As if a melody once bright and new
Abandoned in its groove kept playing on.
And yet an occult fervour held the land,
Where seekers held their vigils in the night,
A godlike aspiration to expand
Consciousness and seek the soul's delight.