And let men learn the secret of that bloom
And all its beauty’s wonder, they shall know
Life to the core; and they with God may go
To make a daisy or the day of doom.
AFTER LONG WANDERING
I will go back to Gloucestershire,
To the spot where I was born,
To the talk at eve with men and women
And song on the roads at morn.
And I’ll sing as I tramp by dusty hedges