Fern Hill
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas. Now, as I was young and easy under the apple bows about the lilting house and happy is the grass was green. The night above the Dingle Starry Time let me hail and climb golden in the heydays of his eyes and honored among wagons. I was Prince of the apple towns, and once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves a trail with daisies and barley down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the Barnes about the happy yard and singing as the farm was home in the sun that is young once only time let me play and be golden and the mercy of his means and green and golden. I was Huntsman and herdsmen. The calves sang to my horn. The fox is in the hills, barked clear and cold, and the seventh rank slowly in the pebbles of the holy streams. All the sun long and was running. It was lovely. The hay fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys. It was air and playing lovely and watery and fire green as grass and nightly under the simple stars. As I wrote to sleep, the all's were bearing the farm away. All the moon long, I heard blessed among stables, the night jars flying with the Ricks and the horses flashing into the dark and then to awake, and the farm like a wanderer white with the do come again, the **** on his shoulder. It was all shining was Adam and Maiden. The sky gathered again, and the sun grew round that very day. So it must have been after the birth of the simple light in that first spinning place, the spell bound horses walking warm out of the winning green stable unto the fields of praise, an honored among foxes and pheasants by the *** house.