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Poem by John Bruce Norton


Harrow


IF some good fairy granted me to play
A chosen portion of my life again,
I would not ask an Oxford hour. The vain
Attempt to ape the follies of the day,
How soon it palls; while ever fresh and gay
Riseth the vision of the school-boy train
Who shouted, thoughtless, on dear Harrow’s plain,
And clomb the hill when eve was growing gray.
O for the careless days, the dreamless nights;
The broken bounds, the plunge into the pool;
The elastic feet that ne’er the leap refuse;
The summer games, the winter’s mimicked fights:
O for the guileless friendships formed at school,
The first shy whispers of the natural muse!



John Bruce Norton


John Bruce Norton's other poems:
  1. Memories of Merton
  2. Cherwell, from the Terrace
  3. The Isis


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