NPM: Fern Hill
April is National Poetry Month. I intend to celebrate it by posting a poem every day. This one is by Dylan Thomas
- Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
- The night above the dingle starry,
- Time let me hail and climb
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
- Trail with daisies and barley
- And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
- In the sun that is young once only,
- Time let me play and be
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
- And the sabbath rang slowly
- All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
- And playing, lovely and watery
- And fire green as grass.
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the night-jars
- Flying with the ricks, and the horses
- Flashing into the dark.
- And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
- Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
- The sky gathered again
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
- Out of the whinnying green stable
- On to the fields of praise.
- And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
- In the sun born over and over,
- I ran my heedless ways,
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
- Before the children green and golden
- Follow him out of grace.
- Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand
- In the moon that is always rising,
- Nor that riding to sleep
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
- Time held me green and dying
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