Up-stream from Framilode to Bollopool.
How shall I tell you what the sunset wrote
Upon the outspread waters—gold and rose:
Or how the white sail of our little boat
Looks on a summer sky? The hills enclose
With blue solemnity: each white scar shows
Clear on the quarried Cotteswolds high and cool.
And high and cool a fevered spirit grows
Up-stream from Framilode to Bollopool.
Envoi.