Thoughts at the Wishing Well, Burnham Market

MORE: than a hundred years ago,
In days when you and I
Were still at play adown the lanes
Of God’s Infinity,

Adown this lane, one summer time
(As it were yesterday),
There danced a little Norfolk boy,
And sat him here to play.

Full many an hour he sat. and sang,
And sailed his fleet of shells,
Until the twilight called him home,
And Holme’s vesper bells.

That night within the well the weeds
Swayed sinuous and slow,
And timeless Wisdom worked her will
Under the quiet flow.
Slowly the slumbering seasons turned,
And Fortune followed far
The lad that laughed and sailed his shells —
And died at Trafalgar.