The Enchanting North.

Oh, I ha' strayed thro' many a land
And gazed on some scenes divine!
There's naught so wonderful or so grand
As you wonderful North o' mine.

And steer me the ship to the North, I say,
And show me the Northern shore,
And let me hear a Northern bell
Ring clear on its cliff once more.

And let me see the Northern fells,
And hear the Northern streams,
And sit where a forest fairy tells
The weird old woodland dreams

To the wondering, waking babies of Spring
By the side of a haunted burn,
What time the linnet begins to sing,
And the first green comes to the fern.

Steer me the ship, good pilot, steer
Where the Northern sea-birds fly,
Steer where the great grey skies stretch clear!
For I am a Northman, I!


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Dear visitor,
Please bear with me till I have a decent working camera. It's so annoying to not have one... I'm missing capturing all the great imagery around me, I'll have to try and keep them in my head. In the meantime, let us make the most of my visits to York library, my temporary office where wooden old furniture hosts the visitors and sweet smelling, old books perfumes the space. Right now, there are hundreds of books all about York and North England surrounding me. I found this poem by J.S. Fletcher in one of them.