A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
XXI. In summertime on Bredon
Bredon 1 HillI
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
My love and I would lie,
And see the coloured counties,
And hear the larks so high
About us in the sky.
In valleys miles away:
‘Come all to church, good people;
Good people, come and pray.’
But here my love would stay.
Among the springing thyme,
‘Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.’
On Bredon top were strown,
My love rose up so early
And stole out unbeknown
And went to church alone.
Groom there was none to see,
The mourners followed after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
And still the steeples hum.
‘Come all to church, good people,’—
Oh, noisy bells, be dumb;
I hear you, I will come.
Title Note: Pronounced Breedon.