(To Harry Owen)
The crying of the lonely plover
From the morning cloud!
Do the wings and clouds still hover
Where my heart sang loud?
O the valley and the stream there.
Where we shouted, being young!
Are there boys still dream a dream there,
Are the boys' songs sung?
O the winds that once blew round us,
O the sun! the rain!
Shall the ancient spells that bound us,
Bind us ever again?
O a great Word then was spoken,
Then was a boy's will clean and strong!
Is the boy's will broken
That went straight along?
O our ageing ears are ringing
With many sad things!
Shall we come again with singing
Where the plover sings?