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THE WYND-CLIFF,
ON AN APRIL DAY.
If one should ask where England might be proud?I'd set him here, upon an April day;
And he should see the Wye forget her way,
And wander back; should watch the far seas ploughed
To fruit by merchant keels; and cloud on cloud
Make islands in the Severn with their play;
Sun, wind, and rain, mix seaward in affray;
From land to land th' assuring rain-bow bowed;
Should feel the might of these full-blooded Yews,
The rocks that wrestle with them, and their thews;
Airs breathed of Primrose, crystalfrom the showers,
Should fan his bunch of Blue-bells and Wind-flowers;
The Wren sing every sorrow from his brow;
And he must thank his God, as I do now!
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