The second poem is very good as well..

what about Thomas Hardy's melancholy tone; -Tess - the final chapter at Stonehenge at the slaughter stone,as the police close in on Tess and Angel....

"Temple of the Winds" The wind played upon the edifice, producing a booming note, like the note of some gigantic one-stringed harp...

In the far north-east sky he could see between the pillars a level streak of light. The uniform concavity of black cloud was lifting bodily like the lid of a pot, letting in at the earth's edges the coming day, against which the towering monoliths and trilithions began to be blackly defined....

and

The band of silver paleness along the east horizon made even the distant parts of the Great Plain appear dark and near; and the whole enormous landscape bore that impress of reserve, taciturnity and hesitation which is usual before day. The eastward pillars and their architraves stood up blackly against the light, and the great flame-shaped Sun-stone beyond them; and the Stone of Sacrifice midway. Presently the night wind died out, and the quivering little pools in the cup-like hollows of the stones lay still...

He must have experienced Stonehenge at dawn as well, before the solstice makers of today.