上帝特别为每一个小镇或地方创造了星星;婴儿们带着猫头鹰的脸抬起头，看见他们被缠在树上;你看到了苏塞克斯唐斯的月亮，苏塞克斯的月亮，无人走过，我看到了镇上的月亮，坎普登山上最大的灯。是啊;天堂在家里无处不在，蓝色的大帽子总是合适的，所以它是(冷静;他们终于到达了目标，我的游荡的智慧)，英雄的事情也是如此;这不会因为世界的终结而结束，尽管引擎在阴沉地摇摆，你不要太害怕，我的朋友。这并没有在纳尔逊的骨灰盒前结束，不朽的英格兰坐着——也没有在奥斯特里茨，你们高大的年轻人反过来像喝酒一样喝死。当学究们叫我们注意到一定会发生什么冷冰冰的机械事故时;我们的灵魂在黑暗中说:‘不像; but there are likelier things.' Likelier across these flats afar These sulky levels smooth and free The drums shall crash a waltz of war And Death shall dance with Liberty; Likelier the barricades shall blare Slaughter below and smoke above, And death and hate and hell declare That men have found a thing to love. Far from your sunny uplands set I saw the dream; the streets I trod The lit straight streets shot out and met The starry streets that point to God. This legend of an epic hour A child I dreamed, and dream it still, Under the great grey water-tower That strikes the stars on Campden Hill