A Cluster of Grapes / A Book of Twentieth Century Poetry

by Unknown

I would not bend my glances on

My lover's dark distress.

VI

Thus Poldon top at last we won,

At last we won,

And gained the inn at sink of sun

Far famed as "Marshall's Elm."

Beneath us figured tor and lea,

From Mendip to the western sea—

I doubt if finer sight there be