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I heard a boy that climbed up Dover's Hill	A
Singing Sweet England sweeter for his song	B
The notes crept muffled through the copse but still	A
Sharply recalled the things forgotten long	B
The music that my own boy's lips had known	C
Singing and old airs on a wild flute blown	C
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And other hills more grim and lonely far	D
And valleys empty of these orchard trees	E
A sheep pond filled with the moon a single star	D
I had watched by night searching the wreckful seas	E
And all the streets and streets that childhood knew	F
In years when London streets were all my view	F
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And I remembered how that song I heard	G
Sweet England sung by children on May day	H
Nor any song was sweeter of a bird	G
Than that half grievous air from children gay	H
For then as now youth made the sadness bright	I
Till the words Sweet Sweet England shone with light	I
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Now listening I forgot how men yet fought	J
For this same England till the song was done	K
And no sound lingered but the lark's that brought	J
New music down from fields of cloud and sun	K
Or the sad lapwing's over fields of green	L
Crying beneath the copse near but unseen	L
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Then I remembered All wide England spread	M
Before me hill and wood and meadow and stream	N
And ancient roads and homes of men long dead	M
And all the beauty a familiar dream	N
On the green hills a cloud of silver grey	H
Gave gentle light stranger than light of day	H
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And clear between the hills past the near crest	O
And many hills the hungry cities crept	P
Noble and mean oppressive and oppressed	O
Where dreams unrealized of England slept	P
And they too England packed in dusty street	Q
With men that half forgot England was sweet	Q
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Now men were far but like a living brain	R
Quick with their thought the earth hills air and light	I
Were quivering as though a shining rain	R
Falling all round made even the light more bright	I
And trees and water and heath and hedge flowers fair	S
With more than natural sweetness washed the air	S
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From hill to hill a sparkling web it swung	T
A snare for happiness lit with lovely dews	U
The very smoke of cities now was hung	T
But like a grave girl's dress of tranquil hues	U
And how I thought can England seen thus bright	I
Lifting her clear frank head but love the light	I
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No not her brain that bright web was the shadow	V
Of the high spirit in their spirit shining	W
Who on scarred foreign hill and trench egrave d meadow	V
Kept the faith yet unfearful unrepining	W
Her faith that with the dark world's liberty	X
Mingles as earth's great rivers with the sea	X
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O with what gilding ray was the land agleam	N
It was not sun and dew bush bough and leaf	Y
But human spirits visible as in a dream	N
That turns from glad to aching being too brief	Y
Courage and beauty shining in such brightness	Z
That all the thoughtful woods were no more lightless	Z
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But most the hills a splendour had put on	A2
Of golden honour bright and high and calm	B2
And like old heroes young men dream upon	A2
When midnight stirs with magic sword and palm	B2
With the fled mist all meanness put away	H
And the air clear and keen as salt sea spray	H
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And yet no dream no dream I saw the whole	C2
The reap'd fields idle kine and wandering sheep	D2
A weak wind through the near tall hedge tree stole	C2
And died where Dover's Hill rose bare and steep	D2
I saw yet what I saw an hour ago	W
But knew what save by dreams I did not know	W
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Sweet England wild proud heart of things unspoken	K
Spirit that men bear shyly and love purely	X
That dies to live anew a life unbroken	K
As spring from every winter rising surely	X
Sweet England unto generations sped	M
Now bitter sweetest for her daily dead	M
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