Megalithic Poems

Take of English earth as much
As either hand may rightly clutch.
In the taking of it breathe
Prayer for all who lie beneath.
Not the great nor well-bespoke,
But the mere uncounted folk
Of whose life and death is none
Report or lamentation.
Lay that earth upon thy heart
And thy sickness shall depart!

From the homepage of Honouring the Ancient Dead. See also Liz Williams’ article How to honour the ancient dead in yesterday’s Guardian.