In the patchwork land of green and gold
They walked where Chaucer’s tales were told
Cross the rambling rustic shires
To raise their eyes to the towering spires
From far flung lands across the sea
From Avalon and Linden Lea
~
Oh mother Church of England fair
In morning mass and evening prayer
Poets take up their pens and quills
And write of blue remembered hills
Ask is there honey still for tea
In Avalon and Linden Lea.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 6:36 AM UTC
In the patchwork land of green and gold
They walked where Chaucer’s tales were told
Cross the rambling rustic shires
To raise their eyes to the towering spires
From far flung lands across the sea
From Avalon and Linden Lea
~
Oh mother Church of England fair
In morning mass and evening prayer
Poets take up their pens and quills
And write of blue remembered hills
Ask is there honey still for tea
In Avalon and Linden Lea.
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