Clergyman's

I flaked a flint to a cutting edge
And shaped it with brutish craft;
I broke a shank from the woodland lank
And fitted it, head and haft.
- Langdon Smith

Our love is old, our lives are old,
And death shall come amain;
Should it come today, what man may say
We shall not live again?
- Langdon Smith

I was thewed like an Auroch bull
And tusked like the great cave bear;
And you, my sweet, from head to feet
Were gowned in your glorious hair.
- Langdon Smith