ncient awe

This ancient circle and, set upright apart, the tallest stone show the individual is impressive only in relation to her tribe.

The Monument Commonly Called Long Meg and Her Daughters, Near the River Eden

— by William Wordsworth

A weight of awe, not easy to be borne, Fell suddenly upon my Spirit—cast From the dread bosom of the unknown past, When first I saw that family forlorn. Speak Thou, whose massy strength and stature scorn The power of years—pre-eminent, and placed Apart, to overlook the circle vast— Speak, Giant-mother! tell it to the Morn While she dispels the cumbrous shades of Night; Let the Moon hear, emerging from a cloud; At whose behest uprose on British ground That Sisterhood, in hieroglyphic round Forth-shadowing, some have deemed, the infinite The inviolable God, that tames the proud!