I've tramped South England up and down
Down Dorset way, down Devon way,
Through every little ancient town
Down Dorset way, down Devon way.
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Again, he ends with a contrast between beauty of life and the ending of life. Well-written but a constant depressed view of life makes me doubt the wisdom of his poetic heart
But though my bones, unshriven, rot In some far distant alien spot, what soul I have shall rest from care To know that meadows still are fair Down Dorset way, down Devon way. a very fine poem. tony