IN FLANDERS
Reading edition
I’m homesick for my hills again— My hills again! To see above the Severn plain Unscabbarded against the sky The blue high blade of Cotswold lie; The giant clouds go royally By jagged Malvern with a train Of shadows. Where the land is low Like a huge imprisoning O I hear a heart that’s sound and high, I hear the heart within me cry: “I’m homesick for my hills again— My hills again! Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain! My hills again!”