hampstead seen from highbury fields

Over there
far beyond
lies Hampstead
the silky air of night
belongs there
in the fields
now given back
to their things
and to
the immemorial time of times
Keats house is still there
and his words
remain
in the hedgerows
and the chiselled church
where he was
first annointed
in garlands of meaning.
The night pours down over there
and juice and favour emerge
as the heath becomes
alive and renewed