The pool is off the Dorking-Guildford road,
at the foot of the North Downs; is fed
from a spring, which seeps through chalk and flint;
is so-called for allegedly no birds sing
in this glade of ash, oak and yew;
a place of legend, of Druidic worship,
rumoured deep enough to drown secrets.
A sharp March wind rattles twigs and branches.
By the side of a flint pathway – that leads
to the top of the Downs with its Pilgrims’ Way,