I learned this poem at Wix's Lane School in London in 1948. The headmaster Mr Alvey insisted we learn it. I always wondered who wrote it. Gerald Gould, who is a little known poet. I still see the White Road and the Blue Hills in my mind back to those post WW2 years with the silver haired school master reading it. Still a link to another world gone yet still alive in such poetry.
I gathered with a careless hand, There where the waters night and day Are languid in the idle bay, A little heap of golden sand; And, as I saw it, in my sight Awoke a vision brief and bright, A city in a pleasant land.