Channel Firing

I see that today (21st March) is World Poetry Day. I am not a great observer of 'days' especially ones that mean a lot of people who should know better will be proffering all sorts of bleeding nonsense that will disturb me for weeks. But as an acknowledgement of the occasion I dipped into the closest volume of poems I had to hand and opened a page at random. My eyes fell on the following from Thomas Hardy:
                                                                     Again the guns disturbed the hour,
                                                                     Roaring their readiness to avenge,
                                                                     As far inland as Stourton Tower,
                                                                     And Camelot, and starlit Stonehenge.
So there you go.