Henry Alford (Генри Элфорд)

Sonnet Written at a Distance from Home

My own dear country--thy remembrance comes
Like softly--flowing music on my heart;
With thy green sunny hills, and happy homes,
And cots rose--bowered, bosomed in dells apart;
The merry pealings of our village bells
Gush ever and anon upon mine ear;
And is there not a far--off sound that tells
Of many--voicèd laughter shrill and clear?
Oh! were I now with thee--to sit and play
Under the hawthorn on the slope o' th' hill,
As I was wont to do; or pluck all day
The cowslip and the flaunting daffodil,
Till shepherds whistled homeward, and the West
Folded the large sun in her crimson breast.

1. 1846
2. You and I
3. Sunset at Burton Pynsent, Somerset
4. An Evening in Autumn, near Nether Stowey, Somerset
5. On the Aged Oak at Oakley, Somerset

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