Little did I dream, England, that you bore me
Under the Cotswold Rills beside the water meadows
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Now, youth, the hour of thy dread passion comes;
Thy lovely things must all be laid away;
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Living we loved you, yet withheld our praises
Before your faces.
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Those dreadful evidences of Man's ill-doing
The kindly Mother of all shall soon hide deep,
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What things I have missed today,
I know very well,
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The trembling water glimpsed
through dark tangle
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The miles go sliding by
Under my steady feet,
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There are strange Hells within the minds War made
Not so often, not so humiliating afraid
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Soft rain beats upon my windows
Hardly hammering
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I watched the boys of England where they went
Through mud and water to do appointed things.
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There's not a sound tonight
I look out and am beaten
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After the dread tales and red yams of the Line
Anything might have come to us; but the divine
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As I went up by Ovillers
In mud and water cold to the knee,
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At Norton Green the tower stands well off road
And is a squareness meaning many things;
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Autumn that name of creeper falling and tea-time loving,
Was once for me the thought of High Cotswold noon-air,
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Aveluy and New Year's eve, and the time as tender
As if green buds grew. In the low West a slender
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Beauty and bright fame go not together, I
Bought oranges to-day from Queen Deirdre.
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Bread and cheese grow wild in the green time,
Children laugh and pick it, and I make my rhyme
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Certain people would not clean their buttons,
Nor polish buckles after latest fashions,
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Darkness has cheating swiftness
When the eyes rove
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Dawn brings lovely playthings to the mind,
But sunset fights and goes down in battle blind.
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Dawn comes up on London,
And night's undone.
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Few have praised the master of masters, who but I
Have right, that followed example, and did not lie
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Fierce indignation is best understood by those
Who have time or no fear, or a hope in its real good
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From the racked substance of the earth comes the plant and
That with heat and the night frost is tortured:
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Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,
Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,
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Gone bare the fields now, and the starlings gather,
Whirr above stubble and soft changing hedges.
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Had I a song
I would sing it here
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Half dead with sheer tiredness, wakened quick at night •
With dysentry pangs, going blind among sleepers
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He's gone, and all our plans
Are useless indeed.
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