Sally is gone that was so kindly, <br />Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill <br />And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly; <br />And ever since then the clapper is still... <br />And the sweeps have fallen from Ha'nacker Mill. <br /> <br />Ha'nacker Hill is in Desolation: <br />Ruin a-top and a field unploughed. <br />And Spirits that call on a fallen nation, <br />Spirits that loved her calling aloud, <br />Spirits abroad in a windy cloud. <br /> <br />Spirits that call and no one answers -- <br />Ha'nacker's down and England's done. <br />Wind and Thistle for pipe and dancers, <br />And never a ploughman under the Sun: <br />Never a ploughman. Never a one.<br /><br />Hilaire Belloc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ha-nacker-mill/
