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From babyhood I have known the beauty of earth	A
I learnt it I think in the strange months before birth	A
I learnt it passing and passing by each moon	B
From the harvest month into my natal June	B
My mother the dear the lovely I hardly knew	C
Bearing me must have walked and wandered through	C
Stubble of silver or gold as moon or sun	D
Lit earth in the days when my body was begun	D
And then October with leaves splendid and blown	E
She watched with my little body a little grown	E
And winter fell and into our being passed	F
Firm frost and icy rivers and the blast	F
Of winds that on the iron clods of plough	G
Beat with an unseen charging Then the bough	G
Of spring came green and her glad body stirred	H
With a son's wombed leaping and she heard	H
Songs of the air and woods and waterways	I
And with them singing the coming of my days	I
And nesting time drew on to summer flowers	J
And me unborn she taught through patient hours	J
Then on that first June day with spices blown	E
Of roses over clover crops unmown	E
And grey wind lifted leaves and blossom of bean	E
She gave her dear white beauty to the keen	E
Anguish of women and brought my body to birth	A
Already skilled in the sculptures of the earth	A
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Then in the days when her breasts nourished me	K
Daily she walked that happy girl to see	K
How summer prospered to bring the harvest on	E
And how the gardens and how the orchards shone	E
With scarlet and blue and yellow flowers and fruit	L
And hear with equal love the lonely flute	L
Of legendary satyrs in the wood	M
Or the still voice of Christ in bachelorhood	M
And she would come I know to me her son	E
With lovely secret gossip of journeys done	E
In fields where some day my own feet should go	N
It was not gossip in words that I could not know	N
Mere ease and pleasure for her mother wit	M
But such as I could feel the joy of it	M
Beating about my baby blood and sense	O
Maternal tending of intelligence	P
In the unwhispered rites of bosom and lip	Q
Divinings worded in bodily fellowship	Q
And every shape and colour and scent she knew	E
Were intimations winding folding through	E
My infancies of flesh and thought each one	E
To find its unblemished record and copy done	E
In little moods drawn from the suckling breast	M
That now in manhood when I find the nest	M
Of the chaffinch moulded in the elder tree	K
And looking on that lichen cup can see	K
The images of eternity and space	R
Lavished upon a small bird's dwelling place	R
Or when from some blue passage of the sky	S
I know that also colour can prophesy	R
Or ghosted on the brushing tides of wheat	M
The gossip of a Galilean street	M
So many Sabbaths gone I hear again	E
And his hands plucking that immortal grain	E
Or when by spectral ancestries I pass	R
Again to Eden as the orchard grass	R
Gives out the scent of mellow apples blown	E
From windy boughs all these I know were known	E
By that dear mother when the boy to come	T
Was the zeal and gospel of her martyrdom	T
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Then came the time when I could walk with her	U
We pilgrims of the fields with everywhere	V
Strange leaves and spreading of earth and hedgerow themes	R
And mossy walls and bubbling of the streams	R
And the way of clouds and the full moon to wane	E
The bird song in the lilacs after rain	E
And month by month the coming of the flowers	R
for me to learn in speech as had been ours	R
Knowledge unspoken while she fashioned me	K
And then she died and I went on to be	K
Through lonely boyhood her disciple still	W
A wanderer by many a Berkshire hill	W
By water meadows of the Oxford plain	E
By the thick oaks of Avon with the strain	E
Of an old yeoman wisdom dreaming on	E
New beauty ever following beauty gone	E
Until I knew my earth and her raiment fair	V
In every difference of the seasons' wear	V
Long years her scholar with learning of her ways	R
To slip unleasht all singing into praise	R
Should learning yet by some enchantment be	K
Bidden to passion's better husbandry	K
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And the enchanted bidding fell And you	E
O Love it was that spelt the earth anew	E
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O Love you silent wayfarer	K
How many years all unaware	K
By blackthorn hedge and spinney green	E
With larch I wandered while unseen	E
You in my shadow walked nor made	M
Even a whisper in the shade	M
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O Love on many an evening hill	W
I watched the day go down the still	W
Dark woods the far great rivers wind	M
Thin threads of light And I was blind	M
Or seeing knew not for you were	K
Beside me still yet hidden there	K
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O Love as year by year went on	E
And budding primroses were gone	E
And berries fell and still the bright	M
Crocuses came in the night	M
You left me to my task alone	E
O Love so near me and unknown	E
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O Love though she who bore me set	M
Earth's love for ever on me yet	M
Some word withheld still troubled me	K
Some presence that I could not see	K
Till you dear alien should come	T
And doctrine be no longer dumb	T
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O Love one April night I heard	M
The doctrine's everlasting word	M
And you beneath that starry sky	S
Unknown were with me suddenly	K
Yet there was no new meeting then	E
But some old marriage come again	E
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O Love and now is earth my friend	M
Telling me all until the end	M
When I shall in the earth be laid	M
With all my maps and fancies made	M
And you Love were the secret earth	A
Of my blind following from birth	A
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O Love you happy wayfarer	K
Be still my fond interpreter	K
Of all the glory that can be	K
As once on starlit Winchelsea	K
Finding upon my pilgrim way	X
A burning bush for every day	X

John Drinkwater

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