To see above the Severn plain
Unscabbarded against the sky
The blue high blade of Cotswold lie;
The giant clouds go royally
By jagged Malvern with a train
Where the land is low
Like a huge imprisoning O
I hear a heart that's sound and high,
I hear the heart within me cry:
"I'm homesick for my hills again -
Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain!
My hills again!"
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/9/12 - 09:43
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