Dover's Hill
Language:
English
From this hill where the air's so clear
We can see away and away,
And the villages, far as near,
Shine in the lucid day.
On rough short grass we tread
And thistles bend at our feet
And a lark sings overhead
And the clouds are white and fleet.
The wind is strong in our faces,
It drives us, we veer and yield,
And a broken thistle-top races
Over the tossing field;
But below, as we look around,
The deep long plains appear
Like a lost country drowned
In a tranquil flood of air,
Whence now and again there rises
To the listener on this shore
The muffled sound of the voices
Of bells that ring once more.
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Date added to the website: 2009-03-21.
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