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A SONG OF MAY
To George Russell
Speedwell and starwort
In an English May;
And to mine own country
My heart is away.
In an English May;
And to mine own country
My heart is away.
Sweet was mine own country
In the days long gone.
Speedwell and starwort,
Let me alone!
In the days long gone.
Speedwell and starwort,
Let me alone!
Ground-ivy purple
In an English furrow.
But my heart's yesterday
Has no to-morrow.
In an English furrow.
But my heart's yesterday
Has no to-morrow.
There is wild forget-me-not
On the English leas:
My heart is not forgetting
For those or these.
On the English leas:
My heart is not forgetting
For those or these.
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There is scarlet of poppies
In the English wheat:
Mother, when I forget thee
My rest shall be sweet.
In the English wheat:
Mother, when I forget thee
My rest shall be sweet.
My sleep shall be deep,
I who told thy praises,
In the English clay
Under English daisies.
I who told thy praises,
In the English clay
Under English daisies.
When I forget thee,
Land of desire,
My hands shall be folded
And my feet not tire.
Land of desire,
My hands shall be folded
And my feet not tire.
Speedwell and starwort
And the wild hedge-rose,
I am not forgetting
For these or for those.
And the wild hedge-rose,
I am not forgetting
For these or for those.
Poppies and ground-ivy,
Shall I sleep so sound
That I shall not dream of thee
In the English ground?
Shall I sleep so sound
That I shall not dream of thee
In the English ground?
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