yavn attempted to capture the mood of the place in verse before the rocks would rob him of his inspiration : in the troubled town of old larksong , where all was shone in brightest green , how i did make a journey long through walls of grey and stones serene ; though little did i know the way ( and almost to my death did stray ) , but for the wile of friend unseen was i led through the rocky throng into a place ive never been or perhaps ive been here all along !