Alec de Candole
Uti Conviva Satur - Poem by Alec de Candole
NOW, if I die, so be it. I have seen
The towers of Lincoln soaring from the hill;
Passed the broad breast of Mendip, to the still
Sweet spot where Wells sits throned as a queen;
Beheld in Glastonbury what things have been
In golden ages past ; and felt the thrill
Of eve in Purbeck, gazing rapt until
On sea and shore night dropped her darkening screen.
But best, I have exulted as I went
From Marlborough o'er the ancient downlands bare.
To Totterdown or Hackpen, or to where
Free Barbury lifts a head by storms unbent :
I have had earth's blessing full and rich and fair.
And if I die, I well may go content.
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