"Here oft, when Evening sheds her twilight ray,
And gilds with fainter beam departing day,
With breathless gaze, and cheek with terror pale,
The lingering shepherd startles at the tale,
How, at deep midnight, by the moon's chill glance,
Unearthly forms prolong the viewless dance;
While on each whisp'ring breeze that murmurs by,
His busied fancy hears the hollow sigh."
from "Stonehenge," by Thomas Stokes Salmon, 1823
Ancient tomb, Druidic temple, or astronomical calculator, the choice is yours. Perhaps another world... why limit yourself to megaliths? Build your own landscape structures with this massive set of stones the way you want to, and put the design back into your own hands!
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