I GO through the fields of blue water On the South road of the sea. High to North the East-Country Holds her green fields to me -- For she that I gave over, Gives not over me. Last night I lay at Good Easter Under a hedge I knew, Last night beyond High Easter I trod the May-floors blue -- Till from the sea the sun came Bidding me wake and rue. Roding (that names eight churches) -- Banks with the paigles dight -- Chelmer whose mill and willows Keep one red tower in sight -- Under the Southern Cross run Beside the ship to-night. Ah! I may not seek back now, Neither be turned nor stayed. Yet should I live, I'd seek her, Once that my vows are paid! And should I die I'd haunt her -- I being what God made! England has greater counties -- Their peace to hers is small. Low hills, rich fields, calm rivers, In Essex seek them all, -- Essex, where I that found them Found to lose them all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CATTLE SHOW by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE SONNET: 104 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HILL MAN'S BURIAL by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH STANZAS OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF H-- A-- by BERNARD BARTON ROBERT E. LEE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD SONG BY JULIUS ANGORA by EMILY JANE BRONTE AN HYMENAL SONG, ON THE NUPTIALS OF ANNE WENTWORTH AND LORD LOVELACE by THOMAS CAREW |