Lindisfarne
T Tom Billsborough
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On the last day of August, his feast is still observed
Aidan, Saint of Lindisfarne, bringer of the word.
Bearer of the torch on that Northumbrian shore,
Which twice a day and for six hours or more
Becomes an island refuge and its rocky core
Holds fast the remnants of his cathedral there.
And Lindisfarne the singers, a song of theirs I know
Based on a tale of terror by Edgar Allan Poe.
I don't recall the name of that particular song
But it's all right now for it won't be long
before I get the picture. The house of Usher
Fell, the effect of psychotic behaviour.
St Aidan's love was never set in stone
His fame endures though his house is mostly gone.
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