[This poem was written during the peak of Anglophilia, or a love for everything British, a sentiment usually felt by many who graduate in English Literature. Anglophilia emerges from continuous exposure to British culture through literature, which offers a good look at the landscape and signature imagery of Britain in all hues.]
To Britannia. . .
Oh beautiful England!
Britannia, thou hast stolen my soul
Thy greens, blues and rainy greys,
Make my heart leap in joy.
Oh! what would I not do,
To have a tiny cottage,
with woods around, and a li'l brook sparkling by,
As buttercups, cowslips and lush grass bloom in glory.
Bread and butter on a sunny day,
Hot tea, plum cakes and scones for a rainy eve.
Trips on red buses from country to town and back,
To have a look at the change of guards,
And absorb the babbling Thames.
Oh! Britannia you rule the waves,
And you hold me in thrall!
