Sun at my back , I stand on the rampart
watching winged shadows from my flapping cloak
darken the earthworks.

I grow from the stones.

Sun , wind and earth ; and here am I
still guarding this world of mine; content
to know its strengths are mine ; that I hold firm
against the darkness and the hordes beyond.

Some season soon , the legions will form ranks
and stride their way along the arrowing roads;
and I rejoicing with them will gladly leave these shores
to march again to the centre of the world.