327. Oxford by Gerald Gould
G Gould read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\n http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\n \n Giving voice to the poetry of the past.\n \n ---------------------------------------------------\n \n Oxford \n by Gerald Gould (1885 \u2013 1936)\n \n I came to Oxford in the light\n Of a spring-coloured afternoon;\n Some clouds were grey and some were white,\n And all were blown to such a tune\n Of quiet rapture in the sky,\n I laughed to see them laughing by.\n \n I had been dreaming in the train\n With thoughts at random from my book;\n I looked, and read, and looked again,\n And suddenly to greet my look\n Oxford shone up with every tower\n Aspiring sweetly like a flower.\n \n Home turn the feet of men that seek,\n And home the hearts of children turn,\n And none can teach the hour to speak\n What every hour is free to learn;\n And all discover, late or soon,\n Their golden Oxford afternoon.\n \n First aired: 1 October 2007\n\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\n\nReading \xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2008