In Flanders

I'm homesick for 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 -

Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain!

My hills again!"