Lines from Within Tintern Abbey
Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 1:42 am
Lines from Within Tintern Abbey
He does not stand here in this ruin
of beauty and stone contemplating
nature and her all-encompassing spirit
as I listen to Spanish tourists
in gabble lilt organise a group
photo; Nikons, Canons and disposable
cameras strewn randomly on the
manicured patches of verge maintained
by the National Trust; he stands by the steep
slopes of Wye, her cataracts booming,
knelling his spirit to another
ruin nestled in the mind of those who long
to pilgrimage into a more deep seclusion,
restore the self to the service of Quietness.
He does not stand here in this ruin
of beauty and stone contemplating
nature and her all-encompassing spirit
as I listen to Spanish tourists
in gabble lilt organise a group
photo; Nikons, Canons and disposable
cameras strewn randomly on the
manicured patches of verge maintained
by the National Trust; he stands by the steep
slopes of Wye, her cataracts booming,
knelling his spirit to another
ruin nestled in the mind of those who long
to pilgrimage into a more deep seclusion,
restore the self to the service of Quietness.