| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. |
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| T. P. Cameron Wilson. 18891918 |
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| 157. Sportsmen in Paradise |
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| THEY left the fury of the fight, | |
| And they were very tired. | |
| The gates of Heaven were open quite, | |
| Unguarded and unwired. | |
| There was no sound of any gun, | 5 |
| The land was still and green; | |
| Wide hills lay silent in the sun, | |
| Blue valleys slept between. | |
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| They saw far-off a little wood | |
| Stand up against the sky. | 10 |
| Knee-deep in grass a great tree stood; | |
| Some lazy cows went by... | |
| There were some rooks sailed overhead, | |
| And once a church-bell pealed. | |
| "God! but it's England," someone said, | 15 |
| "And there's a cricket-field!" | |
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