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MAY IN LONDON.
Asi remember London it was always May:
Pale green running over, lilac on the spray,
The pink and white chestnut in every garden small,
And the green flame of poplars like slim girls tall.
Pale green running over, lilac on the spray,
The pink and white chestnut in every garden small,
And the green flame of poplars like slim girls tall.
The small London houses where Love used to dwell—
May in her green mantle had hidden them well,
Close as in the chestnut the birds would hide
The wee home for the lovers, the groom and birde.
May in her green mantle had hidden them well,
Close as in the chestnut the birds would hide
The wee home for the lovers, the groom and birde.
The small London gardens hung out a green screen
More delicate, more airy than any country green,
When full heart to full heart, the happy lovers heard
Not the noise, nor the traffic, but the call of the bird.
More delicate, more airy than any country green,
When full heart to full heart, the happy lovers heard
Not the noise, nor the traffic, but the call of the bird.
When I remember London, then I am glad and young,
With bird-songs, and love-songs, and many a song unsung.
When I remember London—ah, Love could I forget?
Then I am old and weary, and my eyes are wet.
With bird-songs, and love-songs, and many a song unsung.
When I remember London—ah, Love could I forget?
Then I am old and weary, and my eyes are wet.
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Oh, blackbirds and thrushes and green on the spray!
As I remember London it is always May.
My heart cries for London in a day long flown,
For Paradise in London and the may full-blown.
As I remember London it is always May.
My heart cries for London in a day long flown,
For Paradise in London and the may full-blown.
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