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Towery city
and branchy between towers;
Cuckoo-echoing,
bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-racked, river-rounded;
The dapple-eared lily below thee; that country and town
did
Once encounter in, here coped and poised powers;
Thou hast a base and brickish skirt there, sours
That neighbour-nature thy grey beauty is grounded
Best in; graceless growth, thou hast confounded
Rural
rural keeping -folk, flocks, and flowers.
Yet ah!
this air I gather and I release
He lived on; these
weeds and waters, these walls are what
He haunted who
of all men most sways my spirits to peace;
Of
realty the rarest-veined unraveller; a not
Rivalled
insight, be rival Italy or Greece;
Who fired France
for Mary without spot.
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