Bury Hill by John Galsworthy
Bury Hill by John Galsworthy
Bury Hill by John Galsworthy
To this green hill a something dream-like clings, Where day by day the little blunt sheep graze, Threading the tussocks and the toadstool rings, Nosing the barrows of the olden days.
An air drifts here that's sweet of sea and grass, And down the combe-side living colour glows; Spring, Summer, Fall, the chasing seasons pass To Winter, even lovelier than those.
The dream is deep today, when all that's far Of wandering water and of darkling wood, Of weald and ghost-like Down combinèd are In haze below this hill where God has stood.
Here I, too, stand until the light is gone, And feed my wonder, while the sheep graze on.
Bury Hill by John Galsworthy
To this green hill a something dream-like clings,
Where day by day the little blunt sheep graze,
Threading the tussocks and the toadstool rings,
Nosing the barrows of the olden days.
An air drifts here that's sweet of sea and grass,
And down the combe-side living colour glows;
Spring, Summer, Fall, the chasing seasons pass
To Winter, even lovelier than those.The dream is deep today, when all that's far
Of wandering water and of darkling wood,
Of weald and ghost-like Down combinèd are
In haze below this hill where God has stood.Here I, too, stand until the light is gone,
And feed my wonder, while the sheep graze on.there is a format deal where for this text processor to spit out good HTML for the end of line preservation one must add two blank spaces for a line break. (take that two-space-after-period-haters). There are other ways and I encourage everyone to read how to format.
One poem was deleted previously that had multi-language formatting issues that disabled comments somehow. Either way I'm just adding this as a message to OP.
Good times!