First World War Poetry Digital Archive

The Sheiling

THE SHEILING by EDWARD THOMAS

It stands alone Up in a land of stone All worn like ancient stairs, A land of rocks and trees Nourished on wind and stone.

And all within Long delicate has been; By arts and kindliness Coloured, sweetened, and warmed For many years has been.

Safe resting there Men hear in the travelling air But music, pictures see In the same daily land Painted by the wild air.

One maker's mind Made both, and the house is kind To the land that gave it peace, And the stone has taken the house To its cold heart and is kind.

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