William Wordsworth
"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"