G Gould read by Classic Poetry Aloud:

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Giving voice to the poetry of the past.

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Oxford

by Gerald Gould (1885 – 1936)

I came to Oxford in the light

Of a spring-coloured afternoon;

Some clouds were grey and some were white,

And all were blown to such a tune

Of quiet rapture in the sky,

I laughed to see them laughing by.

I had been dreaming in the train

With thoughts at random from my book;

I looked, and read, and looked again,

And suddenly to greet my look

Oxford shone up with every tower

Aspiring sweetly like a flower.

Home turn the feet of men that seek,

And home the hearts of children turn,

And none can teach the hour to speak

What every hour is free to learn;

And all discover, late or soon,

Their golden Oxford afternoon.

First aired: 1 October 2007

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