SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY
The wise turf cloaks the white cliff edge
As when the Romans came.
What sign of those that fought and died
At shift of sword and sword ? 30
The barrow and the camp abide,
The sunlight and the sward.
Here leaps ashore the full Sou'west
All heavy-winged with brine,
Here lies above the folded crest 35
The Channel's leaden line;
And here the sea-fogs lap and cling,
And here, each warning each,
The sheep-bells and the ship-bells ring
Along the hidden beach. 40
We have no waters to delight
Our broad and brookless vales—
Only the dewpond on the height,
Unfed, that never fails—
Whereby no tattered herbage tells 45
Which way the season flies—
Only our close-bit thyme that smells
Like dawn in Paradise.
Here through the strong and shadeless days
The tinkling silence thrills; 5°
Or little, lost, Down churches praise
The Lord who made the hills:
But here the Old Gods guard their round,
And, in her secret heart,
The heathen kingdom Wilfrid found 55
Dreams, as she dwells, apart.
Though all the rest were all my share,
With equal soul I'd see
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