Page:Marlborough and other poems, Sorley, 1919.djvu/31

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RETURN

stand the downs so wise and wide?

Still shake the trees their tresses grey?

I thought their beauty might have died

Since I had been away.

I might have known the things I love,

The winds, the flocking birds' full cry,

The trees that toss, the downs that move,

Were longer things than I.

Lo, earth that bows before the wind,

With wild green children overgrown,

And all her bosoms, many-whinned,

Receive me as their own.

The birds are hushed and fled: the cows

Have ceased at last to make long moan.

They only think to browse and browse

Until the night is grown.

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