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Vigil  (concerning the Long man of Wilmington.S Hick)

Slow softness of the dusk

Kind inter-change

A blur of greys and greenness

Below the comfortable half-circle of the sun

Snugging in behind the silhouette

Of Ditchling on to Firle.

Sit and wait;

For nothing can prevent

The darkness which will come

Nor yet the light

Inevitable as perfection

Rising at my back

To cut dawn's lies.

Unseen, your outline stands

Above the Yew

Leading inwards

Orpheus-like, but true.

Brian Hick Feb 2010

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