Edmund Blunden: Forefathers

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Cecil Trouncer - Pop

Edmund Blunden: Forefathers

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Here they went with smock and crook Toiled in the sun, lolled in the shade Here they mudded out the brook And here their hatchet cleared the glade: Harvest-supper woke their wit Huntsmen's moon their wooings lit From this church they led their brides From this church themselves were led Shoulder-high; on these waysides Sat to takе their beer and bread Names arе gone - what men they were These their cottages declare Names are vanished, save the few In the old brown Bible scrawled; These were men of pith and thew Whom the city never called; Scarce could read or hold a quill Built the barn, the forge, the mill On the green they watched their sons Playing till too dark to see As their fathers watched them once As my father once watched me; While the bat and beetle flew On the warm air webbed with dew Unrecorded, unrenowned Men from whom my ways begin Here I know you by your ground But I know you not within - There is silence, there survives Not a moment of your lives Like the bee that now is blown Honey-heavy on my hand From his toppling tansy-throne In the green tempestuous land - I'm in clover now, nor know Who made honey long ago

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  • Edmund Blunden