William Noel Hodgson Poems

Sons of mine, I hear you thrilling
To the trumpet call of war,
Gird ye then, I give you freely,
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Ah! We have dwelt in Arcady long time
With sun and youth eternal round our ways
And in the magic of that golden clime
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By all the glories of the day,
And the cool evening's benison,
By that last sunset touch that lay,
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A leaping wind from England,
The skies without a stain,
Clean cut against the morning
Slim poplars after rain,
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When England of the quiet heart
Flung back the covenant of shame,
A dignity of high resolve
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At home they see on Skiddaw
His royal purple lie,
And autumn up in Newlands
Arrayed in russet die,
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The deathless mother, grey and battle-scarred,
Lies in the sanctuary of stately trees,
Where the deep Northern night is saffron starred
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