Drinking wide, sunny wind, <br />Hand within hand, <br />We look from hill to hill <br />Of our own land. <br /> <br />Hand within hand, we remember <br />Without speech, <br />And hour upon hour comes about us; <br />We number them each. <br /> <br />O little far clouds that swim <br />In the round of blue, <br />Are you bringing those hours again, <br />Shining in you? <br /> <br />You melt into air, drop on earth, <br />Sucked up in the light, <br />And again you appear, in the blue <br />You are born, you are bright, <br /> <br />As those hours live in us, nay beyond; <br />When we die, they shall still <br />Lift our hearts up, as now we uplift <br />Our hearts on the hill.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-hills-2/
