On The South Downs

Light falls the rain On link and laine, After the burning day; And the bright scene, Blue, gold, and green, Is blotted out in gray. Not so will part The glowing heart With sunny hours gone by; On cliff and hill There lingers still A light that cannot die. Like a gold crown Gorse decks the Down, All sapphire lies the sea; And incense sweet Springs as our feet Tread light the thymy lea. Fade, vision bright! Fall rain, fall night! Forget, gray world, thy green! For us, nor thee, Can all days be As though this had not been!