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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT GRAFTON, by JOHN DRINKWATER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: God laughed when he made grafton
Last Line: The breath of bristol tide.
Subject(s): Bredon Hill; Grafton, England
First Line: God laughed when he made grafton
Last Line: The breath of bristol tide.
Subject(s): Bredon Hill; Grafton, England
GOD laughed when he made Grafton
That's under Bredon Hill,
A jewel in a jewelled plain.
The seasons work their will
On golden thatch and crumbling stone,
And every soft-lipped breeze
Makes music for the Grafton men
In comfortable trees.
God's beauty over Grafton
Stole into roof and wall,
And hallowed every paved path
And every lowly stall,
And to a woven wonder
Conspired with one accord
The labour of the servant,
The labour of the Lord.
And momently to Grafton
Comes in from vale and wold
The sound of sheep unshepherded,
The sound of sheep in fold,
And, blown along the bases
Of lands that set their wide
Frank brows to God, comes chanting
The breath of Bristol tide.
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