Happy is England now:
Hi! So, this is my first Hetalia-fic… Well it's more of a poem… Buuutt I found this in a really really great book of poems and I just kind of took out the She's and replaced them with He's. It reminded me of England somehow and if Hetalia was historically correct… Enjoy!
There is not anything more wonderful
Than a great people moving towards the deep
Of an unguessed and unfeared future; nor
Is aught so dear of all held dear before
As the new passion stirring in their veins
When the destroying dragon wakes from sleep.
Hapy is England now, as never yet!
And though the sorrows of the slow days fret
His faithfullest children, grief itself is proud.
Ev'n the warm beauty of this spring and summer
That turns to bitterness turns then to gladness
Since for this England the beloved ones died.
Happy is England in the brave that die
For wrongs not his and wrongs so sternly his;
Happy in those that give, give, and endure
The pain that never the new years may cure;
Happy in all his dark woods, green fields, towns,
His hills and rivers and his chafing sea.
Whate'er was dear before is dearer now.
There's not a bird singing upon this bough
But sings the sweeter in our English ears:
There's not a nobleness of heart, hand, brain,
But shines the purer; happiest is England now
In those that fight, and watch with pride and tears.
If you're reading this: Congratulations! You read the poem! I'm very sorry that this might be really really bad… Welp, I need to do this one too.
Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to its rightful owner! It would be a really bad show if I had owned it…
Now the poem belongs to John Feeman… Who is dead… I do not own a dead person… That is wrong on so many levels and I would be a bad person if I owned a dead person…
Review if you wish, If you do not want to then don't, I would love to hear feedback and tips for this Wittle old newbie writer would be appreciated!
Roxy out! X3