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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUSSEX, by RUDYARD KIPLING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: God gave all men all earth to love Last Line: Yea, sussex by the sea! Subject(s): Sussex, England | |||
GOD gave all men all earth to love, But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should prove Beloved over all; That as He watched Creation's birth So we, in godlike mood, May of our love create our earth And see that it is good. So one shall Baltic pines content, As one some Surrey glade, Or one the palm-grove's droned lament Before Levuka's trade. Each to his choice, and I rejoice The lot has fallen to me In a fair ground -- in a fair ground -- Yea, Sussex by the sea! No tender-hearted garden crowns, No bosomed woods adorn Our blunt, bow-headed, whale-backed Downs, But gnarled and writhen thorn -- Bare slopes where chasing shadows skim, And through the gaps revealed Belt upon belt, the wooded, dim Blue goodness of the Weald. Clean of officious fence or hedge, Half-wild and wholly tame, The wise turf cloaks the white cliff edge As when the Romans came. What sign of those that fought and died At shift of sword and sword? The barrow and the camp abide, The sunlight and the sward. Here leaps ashore the full Sou'west All heavy-winged with brine, Here lies above the folded crest The Channel's leaden line; And here the sea-fogs lap and cling, And here, each warning each, The sheep-bells and the ship-bells ring Along the hidden beach. We have no waters to delight Our broad and brookless vales -- Only the dewpond on the height Unfed, that never fails, Whereby no tattered herbage tells Which way the season flies -- Only our close-bit thyme that smells Like dawn in Paradise. Here through the strong unhampered days The tinkling silence thrills; Or little, lost, Down churches praise The Lord who made the hills; But here the Old Gods guard their round, And, in her secret heart, The heathen kingdom Wilfrid found Dreams, as she dwells, apart. Though all the rest were all my share, With equal soul I'd see Her nine-and-thirty sisters fair, Yet none more fair than she. Choose ye your need from Thames to Tweed, And I will choose instead Such lands as lie 'twixt Rake and Rye, Black Down and Beachy Head. I will go out against the sun Where the rolled scarp retires, And the Long Man of Wilmington Looks naked toward the shires; And east till doubling Rother crawls To find the fickle tide, By dry and sea-forgotten walls, Our ports of stranded pride. I will go north about the shaws And the deep ghylls that breed Huge oaks and old, the which we hold No more than "Sussex weed"; Or south where windy Piddinghoe's Begilded dolphin veers, And black beside wide-banked Ouse Lie down our Sussex steers. So to the land our hearts we give Till the sure magic strike, And Memory, Use, and Love make live Us and our fields alike -- That deeper than our speech and thought, Beyond our reason's sway, Clay of the pit whence we were wrought Yearns to its fellow-clay. God gives all men all earth to love, But since man's heart is small Ordains for each one spot shall prove Beloved over all. Each to his choice, and I rejoice The lot has fallen to me In a fair ground -- in a fair ground -- Yea, Sussex by the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT OUR SUSSEX DOWNS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ELEGIAC SONNET: 44. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX by CHARLOTTE SMITH WORTH FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE GUNS IN SUSSEX by ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE THE RUN OF THE DOWNS by RUDYARD KIPLING BEACHY HEAD by CHARLOTTE SMITH ELEGIAC SONNET: 31. WRITTEN IN FARM WOOD, SOUTH DOWNS by CHARLOTTE SMITH ELEGIAC SONNET: 33. TO THE NAIAD OF THE ARUN by CHARLOTTE SMITH FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING |
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