Treasure Island

Alfred Noyes

(16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958 / Wolverhamton)

Shadows on the Down


When daffodils danced in Chuck Hatch, and white clouds
Drew their own shadowy purple across the hills,
Darkening the valley where the small flint church
The Saxon built stood roofless to the sun,
Believe me, Memory, it was not a shadow!
No shadow of a cloud you saw that day
Flowing across the smooth deep-breasted downs,
But something darker, sweeter,--the wild thyme
Of Sussex, flowing like a river of joy
That tossed a hundred skylarks up.
                & nbsp;       &n bsp;       &nb sp;       &nbs p;         ;  No shadow,
Believe me, Memory, but the purple thyme
Flowing by windmill and by wattled fold
On to the white chalk coast and sparkling sea.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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