TOGEOFFREY HOLDSWORTH

TOGEOFFREY HOLDSWORTH

“What is love of one’s land?...I don’t know very well.It is something that sleeps for a year, for a day,For a month, something that keepsVery hidden and quiet and still,And then takesThe quiet heart like a wave,The quiet brain like a spell,The quiet willLike a tornado, and that shakesThe whole being and soul ...Aye, the whole of the soul.”Ford Madox Hueffer

“What is love of one’s land?...I don’t know very well.It is something that sleeps for a year, for a day,For a month, something that keepsVery hidden and quiet and still,And then takesThe quiet heart like a wave,The quiet brain like a spell,The quiet willLike a tornado, and that shakesThe whole being and soul ...Aye, the whole of the soul.”Ford Madox Hueffer

“What is love of one’s land?...I don’t know very well.It is something that sleeps for a year, for a day,For a month, something that keepsVery hidden and quiet and still,And then takesThe quiet heart like a wave,The quiet brain like a spell,The quiet willLike a tornado, and that shakesThe whole being and soul ...Aye, the whole of the soul.”

“What is love of one’s land?...

I don’t know very well.

It is something that sleeps for a year, for a day,

For a month, something that keeps

Very hidden and quiet and still,

And then takes

The quiet heart like a wave,

The quiet brain like a spell,

The quiet will

Like a tornado, and that shakes

The whole being and soul ...

Aye, the whole of the soul.”

Ford Madox Hueffer

Ford Madox Hueffer

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