I GO through the fields of blue water On the South road of the sea. High to North the East-Country Holds her green fields to me -- For she that I gave over, Gives not over me. Last night I lay at Good Easter Under a hedge I knew, Last night beyond High Easter I trod the May-floors blue -- Till from the sea the sun came Bidding me wake and rue. Roding (that names eight churches) -- Banks with the paigles dight -- Chelmer whose mill and willows Keep one red tower in sight -- Under the Southern Cross run Beside the ship to-night. Ah! I may not seek back now, Neither be turned nor stayed. Yet should I live, I'd seek her, Once that my vows are paid! And should I die I'd haunt her -- I being what God made! England has greater counties -- Their peace to hers is small. Low hills, rich fields, calm rivers, In Essex seek them all, -- Essex, where I that found them Found to lose them all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BOY FOUND, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE WASTE LAND (1-5, COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT GOD'S GRANDEUR by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO BARON DE STONNE WITH AIKIN'S ESSAYS ON SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ANNIVERS: BAPTISMI by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LOOK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |