Destroyers and Other Verses/High Upon the Hill You Slumber

by Henry Head

 

She . . .

High upon the hill you slumber;
I sit watching by your side,
Coloured figures without number,
Through the checkered lowland glide.

Far off in a shallow runnel,
Silently the brown trains pass,
Slip to earth within the tunnel,
Like a blind-worm in the grass.

Down the white road by the river
Like a hawk a quick wheel skims,
And the darting sunbeams quiver,
Flashing from its silver rims.

Far from trouble you are sleeping,
New-created to arise:
Watch beside you I am keeping,
Calm as Eve in Paradise.