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SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914

ON London fell a clearer light;
 Caressing pencils of the sun
Defined the distances, the white
 Houses transfigured one by one,
The "long, unlovely street" impearled.
O what a sky has walked the world!


Most happy year! And out of town
 The hay was prosperous, and the wheat;
The silken harvest climbed the down;
 Moon after moon was heavenly-sweet
Stroking the bread within the sheaves,
Looking twixt apples and their leaves.


And while this rose made round her cup,
 The armies died convulsed. And when
This chaste young silver sun went up
 Softly, a thousand shattered men,
One wet corruption, heaped the plain,
After a league-long throb of pain.


Flower following tender flower; and birds,
 And berries; and benignant skies
Made thrive the serried flocks and herds.—
 Yonder are men shot through the eyes.
 Love, hide thy face
From man's unpardonable race.

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