
 LXI

The vane on Hughley steeple
 Veers bright, a far-known sign,
And there lie Hughley people,
 And there lie friends of mine.
Tall in their midst the tower
 Divides the shade and sun,
And the clock strikes the hour
 And tells the time to none.

To south the headstones cluster,
 The sunny mounds lie thick;
See also Robert Frost’s 
 The tower said, ‘One’ And then a steeple. They spoke to themselves And such few people As winds might rouse From sleeping warm (But not unhouse). 
 from his  “I Will Sing You One-O”
Hughley Steeple