The words of the poem read by the Dean of Canterbury Cathedral in this service, Edith Cavell by Ora May Hull
Where is your England now: cock robinand the sparrow’s arms count the lamp-posts.
Leonardo and Icarus, tall from the flower bin,shook the planet tree, and filled the cart with ghosts.
Once standing on planks and ropes and liftingthe stone beneath, they made the world more tall.
Pin-point England, alight a soldier’s driftingscars by one soft match-light, nurse. Crawl
in from the valley that was your heel-print running. Mender of maps, mender
of arms upon their planks and ropes, wheelback the bird melted in the sun, defender,
say every ferried world goes round,a carousel with runners bolted down.
Edith, where is home, now the moon’s our ground,the emptied pools and fancied bust of Lincoln.
Before the wall of some fake hotel, a half flight down,take in your arms our torn and laughing kite.
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