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 GEOFFREY HOWARD

The Beach Road by the Wood

KNOW a beach road,

A road where I would go,

It runs up northward

From Cooden Bay to Hoe;

And there, in the High Woods,

Daffodils grow.

And whoever walks along there

Stops short and sees,

By the moist tree-roots

In a clearing of the trees,

Yellow great battalions of them,

Blowing in the breeze.

While the spring sun brightens,

And the dull sky clears,

They blow their golden trumpets,

Those golden trumpeteers!

They blow their golden trumpets

And they shake their glancing spears.

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