Grantchester

Would I were in Grantchester, in Grantchester!

Some, it may-be, can get in touch

With Nature there or Earth or such.

And clever modern men have seen

A Faun a-peeping through the green,

And felt the Classics were not dead,

To glimpse a Naiad's reedy head

Or hear the Goat foot piping low....

But these are things I do not know

I only know that you may lie

Day long and watch the Cambridge sky,

And, flower lulled in sleepy grass,

Hear the cool lapse of hours pass,

Until the centuries blend and blur

In Grantchester, in Grantchester.