Gigantic northern sky leans down
With full-silver wind-weighted clouds
On heather’d hilltop and fairy flag slopes.
Light is leaving, kidnapping colours;
Rain is coming to change the land:
Heaven and soul-sea’s ebb and flow.
If I’m not here when you awake,
Forgive me, I pray, for I’ve
Gone to have my jackdaw days.
26/5/2013
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