Not a poem but a nice piece of prose from Massingham (Downland Man by H J Massingham, pp. 34).
“The halt, the barren, the luckless, the schemer, the mourner, the curious, the husbandman, the devout, the toiler in the mines, entertainers and the entertained, all sorts and conditions of men flocked to Avebury: for stones increased the womb and the harvest, stones poured out medicinal virtue, stones smiled upon the faithful and turned the tide of ills, stones blessed, stones cursed, stones gave life to the dead, stones and stars had subtle correspondence, and among the stones were jollity, feasting and dancing.”
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