As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran, changing sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the forsaken west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty…
From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.Now— for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart—
Take my hand quick and tell…
If it chance your eye offend you,
Pluck it out, lad, and be sound:
'Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you,
And many a balsam grows on ground.And if your hand or foot offend you,…
Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
Those are as beautiful again
That in the water are;The pools and rivers wash so clean
The trees and clouds and air,
The like on…
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,…
The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have breathed them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.It fanned their temples, filled their lungs,…
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly:
Why should men make haste to die?
Empty heads and tongues a-talking
Make the rough road easy walking,
And the feather pate of folly
Bears the falling…
'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The hawthorn sprinkled up and down
Should charge the land with snow.Spring will not wait the loiterer's time
Who keeps so…
White in the moon the long road lies,
The moon stands blank above;
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the…
