GLOUCESTERSHIRE FROM THE TRAIN
Thegolden fields wheel round—Their spokes, green hedges;And at the galloping soundOf the train, from watery sedgesArise familiar birds.Pools brown, and blue, and green,Criss-crossed with shadows,Flash by, and in betweenGloucestershire meadowsLie speckled red with herds.A little flying farm,With humped grey backAgainst the rays that warmTo gold a last-year stack,Like a friendly cat appears;And so through gloom and gleamContinues dwindling,While in my heart a dreamOf home awakes to kindlingFire, and falling tears.
Thegolden fields wheel round—Their spokes, green hedges;And at the galloping soundOf the train, from watery sedgesArise familiar birds.Pools brown, and blue, and green,Criss-crossed with shadows,Flash by, and in betweenGloucestershire meadowsLie speckled red with herds.A little flying farm,With humped grey backAgainst the rays that warmTo gold a last-year stack,Like a friendly cat appears;And so through gloom and gleamContinues dwindling,While in my heart a dreamOf home awakes to kindlingFire, and falling tears.
Thegolden fields wheel round—Their spokes, green hedges;And at the galloping soundOf the train, from watery sedgesArise familiar birds.
Thegolden fields wheel round—
Their spokes, green hedges;
And at the galloping sound
Of the train, from watery sedges
Arise familiar birds.
Pools brown, and blue, and green,Criss-crossed with shadows,Flash by, and in betweenGloucestershire meadowsLie speckled red with herds.
Pools brown, and blue, and green,
Criss-crossed with shadows,
Flash by, and in between
Gloucestershire meadows
Lie speckled red with herds.
A little flying farm,With humped grey backAgainst the rays that warmTo gold a last-year stack,Like a friendly cat appears;
A little flying farm,
With humped grey back
Against the rays that warm
To gold a last-year stack,
Like a friendly cat appears;
And so through gloom and gleamContinues dwindling,While in my heart a dreamOf home awakes to kindlingFire, and falling tears.
And so through gloom and gleam
Continues dwindling,
While in my heart a dream
Of home awakes to kindling
Fire, and falling tears.