William Wordsworth - Composed In The Valley Near Dover, On The Day Of Landing

William Wordsworth - Composed In The Valley Near Dover, On The Day Of Landing

HERE, on our native soil, we breathe once more. br The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, that sound br Of bells; those boys who in yon meadow-ground br In white-sleeved shirts are playing; and the roar br Of the waves breaking on the chalky shore;-- br All, all are English. Oft have I looked round br With joy in Kent's green vales; but never found br Myself so satisfied in heart before. br Europe is yet in bonds; but let that pass, br Thought for another moment. Thou art free, br My Country! and 'tis joy enough and pride br For one hour's perfect bliss, to tread the grass br Of England once again, and hear and see, br With such a dear Companion at my side.


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