Railway tracks hemmed in by tranquil greenery
Lean and disappear into a fascinating curve
Even the derelict factories with corrugated roofs
And shattered walls possess a kind
Of enigmatic charm.
So, too, the horses grazing in the last of the day’s sun.
The world, they say, is too much with us
But now for once it seems to be just right,
With trees and spires and pylons standing tall
Spread out tonight for all of us to share
While a lonely airplane coming in to land cannot disturb
The perfect stillness of this summer night.