Glowing in every vein to feel
The cordial caress of steel
From spear-blue air and sword-blue sea,
Armour of England’s liberty.
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And you from none, or near, or wide,A smile or tear could borrow;I still would stand with arms outspread,In love and trust unshaken,To make a nest for that dear head,By all the rest forsaken.Come, let me crouch beside your knees,And we will talk together-You who have passed o’er stormy seas,And I through tranquil weather.What is…
SHE wanders in the April woods,
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The Young Land said, “I have borne it long,
I must end this endless inhuman wrongWithin hail of my own free shore.So fling out the war-flag’s folds, and let the righteous cannons roar!”‘Twas a quick, rash word, for the strong Young LandIs a Land whose ways are peace;It weareth no mail, and its keels are mannedWith cotton, and corn, and fleece,While lands there are…
Is life worth living? Yes, so long
And hails us with the cuckoo’s song,To show that she is here;So long as May of April takes,In smiles and tears, farewell,And windflowers dapple all the brakes,And primroses the dell;While children in the woodlands yetAdorn their little lapsWith ladysmock and violet,And daisy-chain their caps;While over orchard daffodilsCloud-shadows float and fleet,And ousel pipes and laverock trills,And…
I had a dream of England. Wild and weird,
Darkening and dwindling, blotted out the track,Then flashed on her a bolt that scorched and seared.She, writhing in her ruin, rolled, and reared,Then headlonged unto doom, that drove her backTo welter on the waters, blind and black,A homeless hulk, a derelict unsteered.Wailing I woke, and through the dawn descried,Throned on the waves that threatened to…
Hail! throstle, by thy ringing voice descried,
Now once again where forkëd boughs divide,Lost in green leafage thou dost perch and sing:Trilling, shrilling, far and wide,“It is Spring.”Thy matins peal long ere the rosy dawnUnfolds its hull and burgeons into light;Nor cease thy vespers till from darkling lawnThe silent shadows steal away in flight,And the star-lit tent is drawnRound the Night.Is it…