<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Puck's Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See you the ferny ride that steals<br>Into the oak-woods far?<br>O that was whence they hewed the keels<br>That rolled to Trafalgar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And mark you where the ivy clings<br>To Bayham's mouldering walls?<br>O there we cast the stout railings<br>That stand around St. Paul's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See you the dimpled track that runs<br>All hollow through the wheat?<br>O that was where they hauled the guns<br>That smote King Philip's fleet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Out of the Weald, the secret Weald,<br>Men sent in ancient years,<br>The horse-shoes red at Flodden Field,<br>The arrows at Poitiers!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See you our little mill that clacks,<br>So busy by the brook?<br>She has ground her corn and paid her<br>Ever since Domesday Book.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See you our stilly woods of oak,<br>And the dread ditch beside?<br>O that was where the Saxons broke<br>On the day that Harold died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See you the windy levels spread<br>About the gates of Rye?<br>O that was where the Northmen fled,<br>When Alfred's ships came by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See you our pastures wide and lone,<br>Where the red oxen browse?<br>O there was a City thronged and known,<br>Ere London boasted a house.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And see you after rain, the trace<br>Of mound and ditch and wall? <br>O that was a Legion's camping-place,<br>When Caesar sailed from Gaul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And see you marks that show and fade,<br>Like shadows on the Downs?<br>O they are the lines the Flint Men made,<br>To guard their wondrous towns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trackway and Camp and City lost,<br>Salt Marsh where now is corn--<br>Old Wars, old Peace, old Arts that cease,<br>And so was England born!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is not any common Earth,<br>Water or wood or air,<br>But Merlin's Isle of Gramarye,<br>Where you and I will fare!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510863" data-title="Puck's Song de Rudyard Kipling" data-description="See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far? O that was whence they hewed the keels That rolled to Trafalgar. And mark you where the ivy clings To Bayham's mouldering walls? O there we cast the stout railings That stand around St. P..."></div> </div> </div>

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