Higher and higher to the north aspire the green smooth-
⁠swelling unending downs;
East and west on the brave earth's breast glow girdle-
⁠jewels of gleaming towns;
Southward shining, the lands declining subside in peace
⁠that the sea's light crowns.

Westward wide in its fruitful pride the plain lies lordly
⁠with plenteous grace;
Fair as dawn's when the fields and lawns desire her
⁠glitters the glad land's face:
Eastward yet is the sole sign set of elder days and a
⁠lordlier race.

Down beneath us afar, where seethe in wilder weather
⁠the tides aflow,
Hurled up hither and drawn down thither in quest of
⁠rest that they may not know,
Still as dew on a flower the blue broad stream now
⁠sleeps in the fields below.