England
No lovelier hills than thine have laid My tired thoughts to rest: No peace of lovelier valleys made Like peace within my breast. Thine are the woods whereto my soul, Out of the noontide beam, Flees for a refuge green and cool And tranquil as a dream. Thy breaking seas like trumpets peal; Thy clouds - how oft have I Watched their bright towers of silence steal Into infinity! My heart within me faults to roam In thought even far from thee: Thine be the grave whereto I come, And thine my darkness be.
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"No lovelier hills than thine have laid..."
This evocative piece by Walter De La Mare, titled "England", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...