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...