What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
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And far behind, a fading crest,Low in the forsaken westSank the high-reared head of Clee,My hand lay empty on my knee.Aching on my knee it lay:That morning half a shire awaySo many an honest fellow’s fistHad well-nigh wrung it from the wrist.Hand, said I, since now we partFrom fields and men we know by heart,For…
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Star and coronal and bell
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Round both the shires they ring themIn steeples far and near,A happy noise to hear.Here of a Sunday morningMy love and I would lie,And see the coloured counties,And hear the larks so highAbout us in the sky.The bells would ring to call herIn valleys miles away:‘Come all to church, good people;Good people, come and pray.But…
Now hollow fires burn out to black,
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,And leave your friends and go.Oh never fear, man, nought’s to dread,Look not to left nor right:In all the endless road you treadThere’s nothing but the night.