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  ― 120 ―

The Valley

THEY'VE ploughed it and harrowed it and planted it with maize,
The low green valley by the river,
I could not find my house of dreams where flag and tassel sways,
Though I wandered there forever in an emptiness of days,
In the low green valley by the river.

There were nine rock ledges in a ragged stair of stone,
In the low green valley by the river,
And one that walked bare-footed through the wilderness alone,
To see a reed-head shaken by a breath of The Unknown
In the low green valley by the river.

There were seven stone candles underneath the ragged stair
In the low green valley by the river,
There were seven stone candles and a multitude at prayer,
Ah, would I could go back again and find them hidden there
In the low green valley by the river.

For the nine rock ledges were a ladder to the skies
In the low green valley by the river,
And the seven stone candles were the lamps of Paradise
That angels lighted once, perhaps, for lonely human eyes
In the low green valley by the river.

They've ploughed you and harrowed you and planted you with maize,
O Far Green Valley by the river!
But yours the wells of Morning where the hidden magic plays,
That will walk with me in fancy down the twilight of the days,
O Lost Green Valley by the river.

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