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There’s a famous freak rock near us,

A black savage skull of a thing on the moor.

Monks built a chapel there and one wall stands

Facing the sea still, high on the schorl mass.

Gales from both coasts have struck the pinnacle

A thousand times, and shaken this church door

Which we approached under fragrant leafage

Up the lane from a July-scorched stile . . .

Something remains impregnable, holds evidence

Without a technique of defence.

—Jack Clemo, “In Roche Church”