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love of field and coppice, Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins; Strong love of grey-blue distance, Brown streams and soft, dim skies— I know but cannot share it, My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains; I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror— The wide brown land for me!