SINCE I HAVE LOVED
Since I have loved, I have put the world in my heart.
The great clouds scattering over Cotswold seem
But shadows of those others counterpart:
Those clouds standing over hills of dream—
Hills of dream in a country that is called
Peace—a country by my own heart walled.
Since I do love and bear you in my breast,
Who are both my beloved country and its queen,
I wonder not to see red dawn uprise.
I say no more how restful is the green
Of summer fields, for looking on your eyes
It is as though I had died and found my rest.