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Is shorter still). Ah! London, London in the Spring! You are, you know
you are, So full of curious sights, Especially by nights. From gilded
bar to gilded bar Youth goes his giddy whirl, His heart fulfilled of
Music-Hall, His arm fulfilled of girl! I frankly call That last effect
a perfect

pearl! I know it's Not given to many poets To frame

so fair a thing As this of mine, of Spring. Indeed, the world grows
Lilliput All but A precious few, the heirs of utter godlihead, Who
wear the
yellow flower of blameless bodlihead! And they, with Laureates dead,
look down On smaller fry unworthy of the crown, Mere mushroom men,
puff-balls
that advertise And bravely think to brush the skies. Great
is advertisement with little men! _Moi, qui vous parle, L- G-ll--nn-_,
Have told them so; I ought to know! 8. YET.
(AFTER F. E. W.) Sing me a drawing-room song, darling! Sing by the
sunset's glow; Now while the shadows are long, darling; Now while the
lights are low; Something so chaste and so coy,
darling! Something that melts the chest; Milder than even Mollo
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