Find me in these fields, photo taken Nov 5, 2006
‘Find me in these fields’, photo taken Nov 5, 2006
What time I weathered out the coldest Chill The oldest Giant found me on my Hill,    A Shaking of the Chain, a bitter Lip He cursed me then — and follows with me still. “I charge you, taste again the acid Rain And bleach your Future at your Failure's Drain”    — He said, and drew a colder Breath than these: “Your Love set you aside — but I remain!” A visit then, from a discerning Blight Who bade me lose my Hearing or my Sight;    I said, “No View holds Promise now for me, But let me listen in that endless Night.”