Was this my father's England? the great isle?
The ground seemed cut up from the fellowship
Of verdure, field from field, as man from man;
The skies themselves looked low and positive,
As almost you could touch them with a hand,
And dared to do it, they were so far off
From God's celestial crystals; all things, blurred
And dull and vague.
Did Shakespeare and his mates
Absorb the light here?- not a hill or stone
With heart to strike a radiant colour up
Or ar active outline on the indifferent air!