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Fleet Street Eclogue
Percy.
In chestnut sconces opening wide
Tapers shall burn some fresh May morn.
In chestnut sconces opening wide
Tapers shall burn some fresh May morn.
Brian.
And the elder brightens the highway side,
And the bryony binds the thorn.
And the elder brightens the highway side,
And the bryony binds the thorn.
Sandy.
White is the snow of the leafless sloe,
The saxifrage by the sedge,
And white the lady-smocks a-row
And sauce-alone in the hedge.
White is the snow of the leafless sloe,
The saxifrage by the sedge,
And white the lady-smocks a-row
And sauce-alone in the hedge.
Basil.
England is in her Spring;
She only begins to be.
Oh! for an organ voice to sing
The summer I can see!
But the Past is there; and a mole may know,
And a bat may understand,
That we are the people wherever we go—
Kings by sea and land!
England is in her Spring;
She only begins to be.
Oh! for an organ voice to sing
The summer I can see!
But the Past is there; and a mole may know,
And a bat may understand,
That we are the people wherever we go—
Kings by sea and land!
Herbert.
And the spring is crowned and stoled
In purple and in gold.
And the spring is crowned and stoled
In purple and in gold.
Percy.
