Overexpressif. Undemanding.
Through the fields we gaily tread.
Over five bar, under hedges,
Toying with same fears and dread.
To the castle, on the hilltop,
Faster, faster still we walk.
To the gate and onward, onward.
Ladies' gentlemanly talk.
Forest hills and streams sublime,
Gleaming glades and celandine,
Striding forward, hills of chalk.
Facing gusts and zephyrs westward,
Mending hearts and sacrament.
How jolly we, how far to go
To say that this is all I know,
Forgive, forget and then forgo
The pleasure, the pleasure.
Cambridge, November 1992
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment