Besides being a great journalist, historian, economist and polemicist, Belloc was a great poet. Here is one of my favorites. My daughter Katy actually got to see the mill, and have dinner with the current owners of Belloc’s estate, Kings Land, when she went to England about 8 years ago, through the courtesy of some of my English friends.
- SALLY is gone that was so kindly,
- Sally is gone from Ha’nacker Hill
- And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly;
- And ever since then the clapper is still…
- And the sweeps have fallen from Ha’nacker Mill.
- Ha’nacker Hill is in Desolation:
- Ruin a-top and a field unploughed.
- And Spirits that call on a fallen nation,
- Spirits that loved her calling aloud,
- Spirits abroad in a windy cloud.
- Spirits that call and no one answers —
- Ha’nacker’s down and England’s done.
- Wind and Thistle for pipe and dancers,
- And never a ploughman under the Sun:
- Never a ploughman. Never a one.