Poems

<h4><SPAN name="A_CIDER_SONG" id="A_CIDER_SONG"></SPAN>A CIDER SONG</h4> <p><i>To J.S.M.</i></p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><span class="font">EXTRACT FROM A ROMANCE WHICH IS NOT YET</span></span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><span class="font">WRITTEN AND PROBABLY NEVER WILL BE.</span></span><br/> <br/> The wine they drink in Paradise<br/> They make in Haute Lorraine;<br/> God brought it burning from the sod<br/> To be a sign and signal rod<br/> That they that drink the blood of God<br/> Shall never thirst again.<br/> <br/> The wine they praise in Paradise<br/> They make in Ponterey,<br/> The purple wine of Paradise,<br/> But we have better at the price;<br/> It's wine they praise in Paradise,<br/> It's cider that they pray.<br/> <br/> The wine they want in Paradise<br/> They find in Plodder's End,<br/> The apple wine of Hereford,<br/> Of Hafod Hill and Hereford,<br/> Where woods went down to Hereford,<br/> And there I had a friend.<br/> <br/> The soft feet of the blessed go<br/> In the soft western vales,<br/> The road the silent saints accord,<br/> The road from Heaven to Hereford,<br/> Where the apple wood of Hereford<br/> Goes all the way to Wales.<br/> <br/><br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />