The Lane + 

Some day, I think, there will be people enough + 

In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries + 

Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight + 

Broad lane where now September hides herself + 

In bracken and blackberry, harebell and dwarf gorse. + 

To-day, where yesterday a hundred sheep + 

Were nibbling, halcyon bells shake to the sway + 

Of waters that no vessel ever sailed⁠ ⁠… + 

It is a kind of spring: the chaffinch tries + 

His song. For heat it is like summer too. + 

This might be winter’s quiet. While the glint + 

Of hollies dark in the swollen hedge lasts⁠— + 

One mile⁠—and those bells ring, little I know + 

Or heed if time be still the same, until + 

The lane ends and once more all is the same. + 