Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE ROADS TO DEVON, by NORA E. HUFFMAN


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THE ROADS TO DEVON, by                    
First Line: The roads that lead to devon
Last Line: To lay me by and by.
Subject(s): Devonshire, England


The roads that lead to Devon
Are many miles away;
The longest road, and farthest,
Is brine, and foam, and spray.

It's May-time now in Devon,
And oh, the daffodils,
And oh, the sea-winds blowing
Across the Devon hills.

There is a mound that's greening
Beside an ivied wall,
(How blithe, how gay he marched, how brave,
To answer England's call).

Dawn upon the Devon hills
Was like a prayer to me,
Twilights were benedictions,
The night's immensity

Was like a soundless ocean
Where I knew a dreamless sleep,
But now the roads to Devon
Are far, and wide, and steep.

And oh, the sweep of briny miles,
Like barriers they lie
Between me and the spot I long
To lay me by and by.





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