[Seen from the hill the hazy plain]

Seen from the hill the hazy plain

filled up with light is fairyland.

We climbed from there, and shall descend

in a few minutes there again,

knowing quite well that then, as then,

unchanged, unmagic we shall find

the common ground we left behind

matter-of-fact with house and lane.

O secret, o enchanted space

thus spell-cast into time and space,

we shall not tread your turf, or snuff

your scents—nor, as from Pisgah, know

that others after shall do so.

The vision’s all, and is enough.