• On the East Devon Coast
    LIE still, old Dane, below thy heap!
      A sturdy-back and sturdy-limb,
      Whoe’er he was, I warrant him
    Upon whose mound the single sheep
      Browses and tinkles in the sun,
      Within the narrow vale alone.

    Lie still, old Dane! This restful scene
      Suits well thy centuries of sleep:
      The soft brown...