The City has gone into the sea
The Church has gone into the sea
The Church Yard has gone into the sea
But one grave remains – The Last Grave.
The lost city of Dunwich
Trackway and Camp and City lost,
Salt marsh where now is corn
Old wars, old peace, old arts that cease,
And thus was England born.
She is not any common Earth,
Water or wood or air,
But Merlin’s Isle of Gramarye,
Where you and I will fare!
(Puck’s song, Kipling)
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