FOXGLOVES
Pink-purple foxgloves
Leaning to the breeze—
And all the sweet of Devon
Sweeps back across the seas:
The deep coombs of Devon
Where the tiny hamlets nest,
The golden sea of Devon
That glimmers toward the west:
The thatched roofs of Devon
To which the soft skies bend—
Now the dear God keep Devon
The same to His world’s end!