An Early March Morning Near Windsor
The calmer tints of colours are the way
Of English landscape. Turner got it wrong.
He seemed to fail to see the huddled grey
That lurks behind the hues, whether in long
And sweeping sunsets or in golden views.
“The Hay Wain” and the scene with Branch Hill Pond
By Constable overdo even the blues.
Only on the brightest days, well beyond
The usual for England, does the bright
Key glossiness of Vincent come to shine
From inner depths of England, when from heights
Of mountains Blake’s hallucinations shine.
Look to the shades that linger by the sides
Of rivers—or the range of North Sea tides.
William Sydney Cooper