Yet rest there, Shelley, on the sill,
For though the winds come frorely
I’m away to the rain-blown hill
And the ghost of Sorley.
From “Sorley’s Weather” by Captain Robert Graves (Fairies and Fusiliers, 1917) which ends with the above. See also Rhiannon’s link of 4 October 2005 – themodernantiquarian.com/site/2617/barbury_castle.html
Image credit: Littlestone
