THE STORY OF BIRKRIGG COMMON

AND ITS HERITAGE

(FURNESS PENINSULA - SOUTH CUMBRIA)

While they, those primitive men,
Were sacrificing all their fruits away,
Nevertheless the sun
Smouldered, and earlier sank each icy day,
Until at last his rays were so curtailed,
And they were driven back so far in dark,
That all began to think he might have failed....

....At length when they discovered he was true,
That tortured season where he seems to go,
Drowsing himself away in lemon blue,
Under the earth, so low,
Became, no more a bleak lament for him,
But a large feast to glorify the rite,
The clean recapture of his former light.

Harold Munro Winter Solstice 1928

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