  God, that I might see Framilode once again! Redmarley, all renewed, Clear shining after rain. And Cranham, Cranham trees, And blaze of Autumn hues. Portway under the moon, Silvered with freezing dews. May Hill that Gloster dwellers ’Gainst every sunset see; And the wide Severn river Homing again to the sea. The star of afterglow, Venus, on western hills; Dymock in spring: O spring Of home! O daffodils! And Malvern’s matchless huge Bastions of ancient fires— These will not let me rest, So hot my heart desires.... Here we go sore of shoulder, Sore of foot, by quiet streams; But these are not my rivers.... And these are useless dreams. |
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