Would I were in Grantchester, in Grantchester!
Some, it may-be, can get in touch
With Nature there or Earth or such.
And clever modern men have seen
A Faun a-peeping through the green,
And felt the Classics were not dead,
To glimpse a Naiad's reedy head
Or hear the Goat foot piping low....
But these are things I do not know
I only know that you may lie
Day long and watch the Cambridge sky,
And, flower lulled in sleepy grass,
Hear the cool lapse of hours pass,
Until the centuries blend and blur
In Grantchester, in Grantchester.