Summer in England Poem by Maurice Browne
Summer in England
Summer in England, winter in my heart:
So England, England, all I love thou art,
And thou and I are half a world apart!
Summer in England: ah! the days are long-
And long for me the days, and sorrow is strong,
And bitter in exile's tears, and bitter song.
Summer in England: when will summer come
For me? I am aweary of being dumb.
Listen, the swallow is singing afar at home.
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