St Michael’s Mount
Majestic Michael rises – he whose browIs crowned with castles, and whose rocky sidesAre clad with dusky ivy; he whose base,Beat by the storms of ages, stands unmoved,Amidst the wreck of things – the changes of time,That base, encircled by the azure wavesWas once with verdue clad; the towering oaks,Whose awful shades among the Druids …
