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Wide earth wide heaven and in the summer air	A
Silence The summit of the Down is bare	A
Between the climbing crests of wood but those	B
Great sea winds wont when the wet South West blows	B
To rock tall beeches and strong oaks aloud	C
And strew torn leaves upon the streaming cloud	C
To day are idle slumbering far aloof	D
Under the solemn height and gorgeous roof	D
Of cloud built sky all earth is indolent	E
Wandering hum of bees and thymy scent	F
Of the short turf enrich pure loneliness	G
Scarcely an airy topmost twining tress	H
Of bryony quivers where the thorn it wreathes	H
Hot fragrance from the honeysuckle breathes	H
And sweet the rose floats on the arching briar's	H
Green fountain sprayed with delicate frail fires	H
For clumps of thicket dark beneath the blaze	H
Of the high westering sun beset the ways	H
Of smooth grass narrowing where the slope runs steep	I
Down to green woods and glowing shadows keep	I
A freshness round the mossy roots and cool	J
The light that sleeps as in a chequered pool	J
Of golden air O woods I love you well	K
I love the flowers you hide your ferny smell	K
But here is sweeter solitude for here	L
My heart breathes heavenly space the sky is near	M
To thought with heights that fathomlessly glow	N
And the eye wanders the wide land below	N
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And this is England June's undarkened green	O
Gleams on far woods and in the vales between	O
Gray hamlets older than the trees that shade	P
Their ripening meadows are in quiet laid	P
Themselves a part of the warm fruitful ground	Q
The little hills of England rise around	Q
The little streams that wander from them shine	R
And with their names remembered names entwine	R
Of old renown and honour fields of blood	S
High causes fought on stubborn hardihood	S
For freedom spent and songs our noblest pride	S
That in the heart of England never died	S
And burning still make splendour of our tongue	T
Glories enacted spoken suffered sung	T
You lie emblazoned on this land now sleeping	U
And southward over leagues of forest sweeping	U
White on the verge glistens the famous sea	H
That English wave on which so haughtily	H
Towered her sails and one sail homeward bore	V
Past capes of silently lamenting shore	V
Victory's dearest dead O shores of home	W
Since by the vanished watch fire shields of Rome	W
Dinted this upland turf what hearts have ached	S
To see you far away what eyes have waked	S
Ere dawn to watch those cliffs of long desire	X
One after one rise in their voiceless choir	X
Out of the twilight over the rough blue	Y
Like music But now heavy gleams imbrue	X
The inland air Breathless the valleys hold	S
Their colours in a veil of sultry gold	S
With mingled shadows that have ceased to crawl	Z
For far in heaven is thunder Over all	Z
A single cloud in slow magnificence	H
Climbs like a mountain gradual and immense	H
With awful head unstirring and moved on	A2
Against the zenith towers above the sun	B2
And still it thickens luminous fold on fold	S
Of fatal colour ominously scrolled	S
And fleeced with fire above the sun it towers	H
Like some vast thought quickening a world not ours	H
Remote in the waste blue as if behind	S
Its rim were splendour that could smite us blind	S
So doom piled and intense it crests heaven's height	S
And mounting makes a menace of the light	S
A menace Yes for when light comes we fear	X
Light that may touch as the pure angel spear	X
Us to ourselves make visible make start	S
The apparition of the very heart	S
And mystery of our thoughts awaked from under	X
The mask of cheating habit and to thunder	X
Bare in a moment of white fire what we	H
Have feared and fled our own reality	H
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And if a lightning now were loosed in flame	C2
Out of the darkness of the cloud to claim	C2
Thy heart O England how wouldst thou be known	D2
In that hour How to the quick core be shown	D2
And seen What cry should from thy very soul	E2
Answer the judgment of that thunder roll	E2
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I hear a voice arraign thee Where is now	F2
The exaltation that once lit thy brow	F2
Thou countest all thy ocean sundered lands	H
Thou heapest up the labours of thy hands	H
Thou seest all thy ships upon the seas	H
But in thine own heart mean idolatries	H
Usurp devotion choke thee and annul	G2
Noble excess of spirit and make dull	G2
Thine eyes enfleshed with much dominion	B2
Art thou so great and is the glory gone	H2
Do these bespeak thy freedom who deflower	F2
Time and make barren every senseless hour	F2
Who from themselves hurry like men afraid	S
Lest what they are be to themselves betrayed	S
Or those who in their huddled thousands sweat	S
To buy the sleep that helps them to forget	S
Life lies unused life with its loveliness	H
While the cry ravens still Possess Possess ''	-
And there is no possession All the lust	S
Of gainful man is quieted in dust	S
His faith his fear his joy his doom he owns	H
No more the rest is parcelled with his bones	H
Save what the imagination of his heart	S
Can to the labour of his hands impart	S
Making stones serve his spirit's desire and breathe	I2
But thou what dost thou to the world bequeathe	I2
Who gatherest riches in a waste of mind	S
Unto what end O confidently blind	S
Forgetful of the things that grow not old	S
And alone live and are not bought or sold ''	-
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Speaks that voice truth Is it for this that great	S
And tender spirits suffered scorn and hate	S
Loved to the utmost poured themselves gave all	Z
Nor counted cost spirits imperial	G2
Where are they now they that our memory guard	S
Among the nations Shall I say enstarred	S
And throned aloof No not from heavens of thought	S
Watching our muddied brief procession not	S
Judges sublime above us without share	F2
In our thronged ways of struggle hope despair	F2
But in our blood our dreams our deeds they stir	F2
Strive on our lips for language shame and spur	F2
The sluggard in us out of darkness come	J2
Like summoned champions when the world is dumb	J2
Within our hearts they wait with all they gave	K2
Woe to us woe if we become their grave	K2
It shall not be Darken thy pall and trail	L2
Thunder of heaven above the valleys pale	L2
Another England in my vision glows	H
And she is armed within at last she knows	H
Herself and what to her own soul belongs	H
Mid the world's irremediable wrongs	H
She keeps her faith and nothing of her name	C2
Or of her handiwork but doth proclaim	C2
Her purpose Her own soul hath made her free	F2
Not circumstance she knows no victory	F2
Save of the mind in her is nothing done	B2
No wrong no shame no glory of any one	B2
But is the cause of all and each a thing	U
Felt like a fire to kindle and to sting	U
The proud blood of a nation On her brows	H
Is hope her body doth her spirit house	H
Express and eloquent not dumb and frore	F2
And her voice echoes over sea and shore	F2
And all the lands and isles that are her own	D2
In choric interchange and antiphon	A2
Answer as fancy hears in yonder cloud	S
From vale to vale repeated low and loud	S
The still suspended thunder Hearts of Youth	I2
High beating ardent quick in hope and ruth	I2
And noble anger O wherever now	F2
You dedicate your uncorrupted vow	F2
To be an energy of Light a sword	S
Of the ever living Will amid abhorred	S
Din of the reeking street and populous den	M2
Where under the great stars blind lusts of men	M2
War on each other or escaped to hills	H
Where peace the solitary evening fills	H
Or far remote on other soils of earth	I2
Keeping the dearness of your fathers' hearth	I2
On vast plains of the West or Austral strands	H
Of the warm under world or storied lands	H
Of the orient sun or over ocean ways	H
Stemming the wave through blue or stormy days	H
Wherever as the circling light slopes round	S
On human lips is heard an English sound	S
O scattered silent hidden and unknown	D2
Be lifted up for you are not alone	D2
High beating hearts to your deep vows be true	F2
Live out your dreams for England lives in you	F2

Robert Laurence Binyon

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