John Galsworthy Poems

Where my fathers stood
Watching the sea,
Gale-spent herring boats
Hugging the lea;
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'Come! Let us lay a lance in rest,
And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
For who would live so petty and unblessed
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The clocks are chiming in my heart
Their cobweb chime;
Old murmurings of days that die,
The sob of things a-drifting by.
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Men of my blood, you English men!
From misty hill and misty fen,
From cot, and town, and plough, and moor,
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A wind in the world! The dark departs;
The chains now rust that crushed men's flesh and bones,
Feet tread no more the mildewed prison stones,
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An angry young husband called Bicket
Said: 'Turn yourself round and I'll kick it
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