Of the old house, only a few, crum… Courses of brick, smothered in net… Or a shaped stone lying mossy wher… Sprawling bramble and saucy thistl… What once was fire-lit floor and p…

When I am only I, The secret battle—ground Of world and will, wherein Self is so strictly bound, Then am I condemned;

Would’st thou this monster, that w… Who round the envied tree of bliss… Lies like a dragon curled In jealous watch, our venture to d… Would’st thou that she were smooth…

But sudden in the hush between Death and the doomed, there stands Against those levelled guns a prie… Gentle, with outstretched hands. Be not as guilty as they! he cries…

Out of first sleep as they awoke The moon had stolen upon her face. It seemed that they had opened eye… New on another world and place. The eyes of each the other sought

Is it joy, or is it peace, Senses’ magical release, That triumphant swells my heart Where I walk the fields apart? Miracle of morning new!

Drinking wide, sunny wind, Hand within hand, We look from hill to hill Of our own land. Hand within hand, we remember

Your hearts are lifted up, your he… That have foreknown the utter pric… Your hearts burn upward like a fla… Of splendour and of sacrifice. For you, you too, to battle go,

Shattered tower and desolated keep Darken; far below the river shines Under cliffs that round the twilig… Rock—rough headlands on the sky’s… Couch asleep.

Green banks and gliding river! What air from what far place Comes down your waters’ face And makes your willows shiver? Over me stole a spell,

In the high leaves of a walnut, On the very topmost boughs, A boy that climbed the branching b… His cradled limbs would house. On the airy bed that rocked him

Fir, that on this moor austere, Without kin or neighbour near, Utterest now bleak winter’s moan As if its vext soul were thine own… Unbefriended, placed like thee,

Gentle as fine rain falling from t… The first beams from the Indian m… Steal through the boughs, and brig… Glide like a breath, a fragrance v… Asoka round him sees

In the hollow of pale night upon t… The silence blows a perfume: O bu… A sound is in the bosom of the dar… Breathed like a secret from the gl… A vigil of unearthly sound, the se…

Now in thy splendour go before us. Spirit of England, ardent-eyed, Enkindle this dear earth that bore… In the hour of peril purified. The cares we hugged drop out of vi…