man of white upon the hill
among the vales of sussex still
where traveller from other lands
do visit him to look and stand
for druids come and gaze
with seers and bard
burn fires bright
to push back night
from waters sigh
another season lives and dies
to be reborn by only name
so the winter comes again
but soon be gone to sleep away
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