327. Oxford by Gerald Gould
b'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'