Wiersze - Pile of Stone henge

"Pile of Stone-henge!
so proud to hint yet keep

Thy secrets, thou that lov'st to
 stand and hear
The Plain resounding to the whirlwind's sweep,

Inmate of lonesome
 Nature's
endless year;
Even if thou saw'st the giant wicked roar

For sacrifice its throngs
of living men,
Before thy face did ever wretch
 appear,
Who in his heart had groaned with deadlier pain
Than he who, tempest-driven,
thy shelter now would gain."
Section XIV, "Guilt and Sorrow;
or Incidents upon Salisbury Plain"