Ralph Hodgson Poems

'Twould ring the bells of Heaven
The wildest peal for years,
If Parson lost his senses
And people came to theirs,
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See an old unhappy bull,
Sick in soul and body both,
Slouching in the undergrowth
Of the forest beautiful,
Banished from the herd he led,
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'Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen,
A penny for three tries!'
Some threw and lost, some threw and won
A ten-a-penny prize.
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I saw with open eyes
Singing birds sweet
Sold in the shops
For people to eat,
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The world's gone forward to its latest fair
And dropt an old man done with by the way,
To sit alone among the bats and stare
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Now one and all, you Roses,
Wake up, you lie too long!
This very morning closes
The Nightingale his song;
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Eve, with her basket, was
Deep in the bells and grass,
Wading in bells and grass
Up to her knees,
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Time, You Old Gypsy Man
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day?
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"How fared you when you mortal were?
What did you see on my peopled star?"
"Oh well enough," I answered her,
"It went for me where mortals are!
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I climbed a hill as light fell short,
And rooks came home in scramble sort,
And filled the trees and flapped and fought
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