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All Ages Waken Long thousand years fly lost Since Alfred gazed the Vale in moods as these - Ago when wildboar ranged the marshy plain Ere forest yielded: when, cut hoar, the Horse Saw Saxon truce with Dane. Yet no more rapt Hung vesper magic then than pauses now In beauty hallowed timeless, unbetrayed: For, God - All ages waken when there falls Of evening, spell-bound, so enchanted calm Roye England

Posted by wysefool 13th May 2007ce

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