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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ROADS TO DEVON, by NORA E. HUFFMAN 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT HERRICK UPON PRUE, HIS MAID by ROBERT HERRICK WRITTEN IN DEVONSHIRE, NEAR THE DART by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL THE WEST COUNTREE by GEOFFREY DENNIS DEVON TO ME! by JOHN GALSWORTHY LAND SONG OF THE WEST COUNTRY by JOHN GALSWORTHY THE CLIFF CHURCH: (WEMBURY) by JOHN GALSWORTHY THE DEVONSHIRE YEOMAN'S HOME by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL IVY LANE (A SEVENTEENTH-CENTURY LOVE SONG) by CLINTON SCOLLARD |
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