Oxford by Gerald Gould
b'Gould read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to classic poetry.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------------\\n\\n Oxford \\nby Gerald Gould (1885 \\u2013 1936)\\n\\nI 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\\nComments \\n\\nAlthough the New York Times proclaimed in 1912 that \\u201cGerald Gould Can Now Be Called a Great Poet\\u201d (for the review see: http://query.nytimes.com/mem/archive-free/pdf?_r=1&res=9B00E5DB133AE633A25753C1A9659C946396D6CF&oref=slogin), time has not favoured him.\\n\\nI think this may be a mistake. Classic Poetry Aloud aims to balance famous with worthy, but less well-known poets such as Gould. It would be a pity if a man who played a part in the evolution of British 20th Century verse as a reviewer and journalist was not also remembered for his own poetry.'