A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896. | | XXI. In summertime on Bredon | | Bredon 1 Hill | | | IN summertime on Bredon | | The bells they sound so clear; | | Round both the shires they ring them | | In steeples far and near, | | A happy noise to hear. | 5 | | Here of a Sunday morning | | My love and I would lie, | | And see the coloured counties, | | And hear the larks so high | | About us in the sky. | 10 | | The bells would ring to call her | | In valleys miles away: | | ‘Come all to church, good people; | | Good people, come and pray.’ | | But here my love would stay. | 15 | | And I would turn and answer | | Among the springing thyme, | | ‘Oh, peal upon our wedding, | | And we will hear the chime, | | And come to church in time.’ | 20 | | But when the snows at Christmas | | On Bredon top were strown, | | My love rose up so early | | And stole out unbeknown | | And went to church alone. | 25 | | They tolled the one bell only, | | Groom there was none to see, | | The mourners followed after, | | And so to church went she, | | And would not wait for me. | 30 | | The bells they sound on Bredon, | | And still the steeples hum. | | ‘Come all to church, good people,’— | | Oh, noisy bells, be dumb; | | I hear you, I will come.
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