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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When I came last to Ludlow
Two friends kept step beside me,Two honest friends and hale.Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,And Ned lies long in jail,And I come home to LudlowAmidst the moonlight pale.
I hoed and trenched and weeded,
I brought them home unheeded;The hue was not the wear.So up and down I sow themFor lads like me to find,When I shall lie below them,A dead man out of mind.Some seed the birds devour,And some the season mars,But here and there will flower,The solitary stars,And fields will yearly bear themAs light-leaved spring comes on,And…
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?
And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air?Oh they’re taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.‘Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his;In the good old time ’twas hanging for the colour that it is;Though hanging isn’t bad enough and flaying would be fairFor the nameless…
Far in a western brookland
The poplars stand and trembleBy pools I used to know.There, in the windless night-time,The wanderer, marvelling why,Halts on the bridge to hearkenHow soft the poplars sigh.He hears: no more rememberedIn fields where I was known,Here I lie down in LondonAnd turn to rest alone.There, by the starlit fences,The wanderer halts and hearsMy soul that lingers…
When I was one-and-twenty
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineasBut not your heart away;Give pearls away and rubiesBut keep your fancy free.’But I was one-and-twenty,No use to talk to me.When I was one-and-twentyI heard him say again,‘The heart out of the bosomWas never given in vain;‘Tis paid with sighs a plentyAnd sold for endless rue.’And I am two-and-twenty,And oh,…
The Wain upon the northern steep
Oh I will sit me down and weepFor bones in Africa.For pay and medals, name and rank,Things that he has not found,He hove the Cross to heaven and sankThe pole-star underground.And now he does not even seeSigns of the nadir rollAt night over the ground where heIs buried with the pole.