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 Grantchеster, in Grantchester