Saturday, December 3, 2011

Crickley Hill

Crickley Hill

You hills of home, woodlands, white roads and inns
That star and line our darling land, still keep
Memory of us; for when the first day begins
We think of you and dream in the first sleep
Of you and yours –
Trees, bare rock, flowers
Daring the blast on Crickley's distant steep.

(Ivor Gurney, "Crickley Hill")

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