Mystic land <br />Set in the sea <br />To catch in summer sun <br />In winter mist and tree bent storm <br />The gauntlet for to run <br /> <br />Mystic land of green and gold <br />Granite <br />Gorse <br />And Druid grove <br />By moonlight cold <br /> <br />With bluest oceans on its shore <br />That every day beset <br />With sparkling waters <br />Fishers nets <br /> <br />Mystic land of rocky cliff <br />Ancient mound <br />Where jackdaws drift, and wheel on high <br />Buzzards soar <br />Ravens fly <br /> <br />Where eighteen hundred years ago <br />The ships of Rome did come, and go <br /> <br />Mystic land of thrift and mine <br />Thy heart is clear to see <br />For granite stone is hard to break <br />And so remains <br />Explains <br />Your history<br /><br />Egal Bohen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cornwall-2/
