The High Hills have a bitterness

by Ivor Gurney

Ivor Gurney

The high hills have a bitterness
Now they are not known
And memory is poor enough consolation
For the soul helpless gone.
Up in the air there beech tangles wildly in the wind
That I can imagine
But the speed, the swiftness, walking into clarity,
Like last years bryony are gone.

Last updated July 01, 2015