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From Bermondsey to
So many churches are,
Some with apsidal chancels,
Some

Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun,
We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads of the aimless
Plaintive for Earth; but rather turn and
Down some close-covered by-way of the air,

When I am living in the
That are sodden and unkind,
I light my lamp in the evening:
My work is left behind;

South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country,rises that tableland, high delicate outlineof bony slopes wincing under the winter,low trees, blue-leaved and olive, outcropping granite-clean, lean, hungry country
The creek's leaf-silence...

The Oriole sings in the greening grove As if he were half-way waiting,
The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,
Timid, and hesitating
The rain comes down in a torrent sweep And the nights smell warm and pinety,

Drake is going west,
So Tom is going
But tiny
Just lies in bed,

AH
hills beloved
--where once, a happy child,
Your beechen shades, 'your turf, your flowers among,'I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild,

Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings;
Now on the elm the misty buds are swelling, See how the pine-wood grows alive with wings;
Blue-jays fluttering, yodeling and crying, Meadow-larks sail...

O sweet are tropic lands for waking dreams
There time and life move lazily along
There by the banks of blue-and-silver streams Grass-sheltered crickets chirp incessant song,
Gay-colored lizards loll all through the day, Their tongue...