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XVIII. LANYON CROMLECH.
Before the ocean burst his tawny chainAnd swept the woods of Lyonnesse, and broke
In on the altars and their groves of oak,
Here men were gathered from the moorland plain:
With groaning rollers and the lever's strain,
Princes and people stretched an equal yoke,
Then from the new-poised cromlech curled the smoke,
And the grey granite took a ruddy stain.
From Galva, holy Zennor, and the height
Of Carn-Brea, throng the worshippers no more,
With lamentation and the dead man's praise;
But the strong love that crowned this deed of might,
And the stern hope for heroes gone before,
Stand up rebukers of our faithless days.
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