If England, her spirit lives anywhere br It is by Severn, by hawthorns and grand willows. br Earth heaves up twice a hundred feet in air br And ruddy clay falls scooped out to the weedy shallows. br There in the brakes of May Spring has her chambers, br Robing-rooms of hawthorn, cowslip, cuckoo flower — br Wonder complete changes for each square joy's hour, br Past thought miracles are there and beyond numbers. br If for the drab atmospheres and managed lighting br In London town, Oriana's playwrights had br Wainlode her theatre and then coppice clad br Hill for her ground of sauntering and idle waiting. br Why, then I think, our chiefest glory of pride br (The Elizabethans of Thames, South and Northern side) br Would nothing of its needing be denied, br And her sons praises from England's mouth again be outcried.