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Shadows on the Down

When daffodils danced in Chuck Hatch, and white

Drew their own shadowy purple across the hills,

Darkening the valley where the small flint

The Saxon built stood roofless to the sun,

Believe me,

Memory, it was not a shadow!

No shadow of a cloud you saw that

Flowing across the smooth deep-breasted downs,

But something darker, sweeter,—the wild

Of Sussex, flowing like a river of

That tossed a hundred skylarks up.                                                  No shadow,

Believe me,

Memory, but the purple

Flowing by windmill and by wattled

On to the white chalk coast and sparkling sea.

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Alfred Noyes

Alfred Noyes CBE (16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958) was an English poet, short-story writer and playwright.

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