"Clunton and Clunbury, <br />Clungunford and Clun, <br />Are the quietest places <br />Under the sun." <br /> <br /> <br />In valleys of springs and rivers, <br />By Ony and Teme and Clun, <br />The country for easy livers, <br />The quietest under the sun, <br /> <br />We still had sorrows to lighten, <br />One could not be always glad, <br />And lads knew trouble at Knighton <br />When I was a Knighton lad. <br /> <br />By bridges that Thames runs under, <br />In London, the town built ill, <br />'Tis sure small matter for wonder <br />If sorrow is with one still. <br /> <br />And if as a lad grows older <br />The troubles he bears are more, <br />He carries his griefs on a shoulder <br />That handselled them long before. <br /> <br />Where shall one halt to deliver <br />This luggage I'd lief set down? <br />Not Thames, not Teme is the river, <br />Nor London nor Knighton the town: <br /> <br />'Tis a long way further than Knighton, <br />A quieter place than Clun, <br />Where doomsday may thunder and lighten <br />And little 'twill matter to one.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-valleys-of-springs-and-rivers/
