SINCE I HAVE LOVED

SINCE I HAVE LOVED

SinceI have loved, I have put the world in my heart.The great clouds scattering over Cotswold seemBut shadows of those others counterpart:Those clouds standing over hills of dream—Hills of dream in a country that is calledPeace—a country by my own heart walled.Since I do love and bear you in my breast,Who are both my beloved country and its queen,I wonder not to see red dawn uprise.I say no more how restful is the greenOf summer fields, for looking on your eyesIt is as though I had died and found my rest.

SinceI have loved, I have put the world in my heart.The great clouds scattering over Cotswold seemBut shadows of those others counterpart:Those clouds standing over hills of dream—Hills of dream in a country that is calledPeace—a country by my own heart walled.Since I do love and bear you in my breast,Who are both my beloved country and its queen,I wonder not to see red dawn uprise.I say no more how restful is the greenOf summer fields, for looking on your eyesIt is as though I had died and found my rest.

SinceI have loved, I have put the world in my heart.The great clouds scattering over Cotswold seemBut shadows of those others counterpart:Those clouds standing over hills of dream—Hills of dream in a country that is calledPeace—a country by my own heart walled.

SinceI have loved, I have put the world in my heart.

The great clouds scattering over Cotswold seem

But shadows of those others counterpart:

Those clouds standing over hills of dream—

Hills of dream in a country that is called

Peace—a country by my own heart walled.

Since I do love and bear you in my breast,Who are both my beloved country and its queen,I wonder not to see red dawn uprise.I say no more how restful is the greenOf summer fields, for looking on your eyesIt is as though I had died and found my rest.

Since I do love and bear you in my breast,

Who are both my beloved country and its queen,

I wonder not to see red dawn uprise.

I say no more how restful is the green

Of summer fields, for looking on your eyes

It is as though I had died and found my rest.


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