Waters… The sea rolled and roaredover rocks in Winter nightslay still in bright Summer daysfor children to bathe and play in A spring- not as you see herewhich soaks up out of white gravelin the bog among red fly-catcherspink bottle-heath and white-orchis But a real North-country limestonefountain where heathen fanciednymphs sat cooling themselvesthe hot Summer’s … Continue reading Evolution – Found Poetry 4