Proud, Then, Clear-eyed And Laughing, Go To

.. . . Would I Were In Grantchester, In Grantchester!

I Have Been So Great A Lover: Filled My Days So Proudly With The Splendour Of Love's Praise, The Pain, The Calm, And The Astonishment, Desire Illimitable, And Silent Content, And All Dear Names Men Use, To Cheat Despair, For The Perplexed And Viewless Streams That Bear Our Hearts At Random Down The Dark Of Life.

For Cambridge People Rarely Smile, Being Urban, Squat, And Packed With Guile.

Mud Unto Mud!--death Eddies Near-- Not Here The Appointed End, Not Here! But Somewhere, Beyond Space And Time, Is Wetter Water, Slimier Slime!

Down The Blue Night The Unending Columns Press In Noiseless Tumult, Break And Wave And Flow