But never again can God look down

As He did of old upon country and town!

In His huge heart, hidden all Space beyond,

There bides the curse of Lenty Pond;

The curse of the Slowworm, by Lenty willow,

Who pitied the elf on her tear-wet pillow,

Her pillow woven of pondweeds green

Where the willow’s twigs made a leafy screen;