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There was no hand to hold me back
That night I found the ancient track
Over the hill and strained to see
The fields that teased my memory.
I knew what shadows would be cast
As the late moon came up at last
And when the path grew steep and high,
And seemed to end against the sky,
I had no fear of what might rest
Beyond that silhouetted crest.
There was the milestone that I knew -
"Two miles to Dunwich" - now the view
Of distant spires and roofs would dawn
With ten more upward paces gone…
The was no hand to hold me back
That night I found the ancient track,
And reached the crest to see outspread
A valley of the lost and dead;
And over Hill the horn
Of moon was born,
To light the vines that grew
O ruined walls I never knew. I never knew.
The fox-fire glowed in field and bog,
And unknown waters spewed a fog
Whose curling talons mocked the thought
That I had ever known this spot.
Around was fog - ahead, the spray
Of star-streams in the Milky Way...
There was no hand to hold me back
That night I found the ancient track.
