The Hushing of The Wye

The Wye

” The Wye is hushed nor moved along,
And hushed my deepest grief of all,
When filled with tears that cannot fall,
I brim with sorrow, drowning song.

The tide flows down, the wave again,
Is vocal in its wooded walls,
My deeper anguish also falls,
And I can speak a little then.”

from ‘The Hushing of the Wye’
by Alfred Lord Tennyson


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abandoned tunnel


abandoned explosives + undersea cable factory


Police Line : Do Not Cross

( same theme, different locations)