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It was a fresh evening, all shot about
with images: they came in thick and fast,
with room yet for a cheek-freeing breeze!
The park was wide open behind pinned gates,
and, as usual, all lay flexed and sunned,
the fount therein mellow as a candle.
And here one stepped down the piano keys
of its beauty...doh re me…and so the
predictable majors and minors.
As bracing it is true as a summer's
day shower, but every tingle as it were
one known before: what if some temperature
should stripe the back! And on the brink of this
British yawn, a crescent of purple, white, and blue
China asters! |
