On Plucking a Hedgerow Rose

The Shadow of a Life

Alone

Drink

The Musician's Grave

The Summer Shower

When the Twilight Shadows Deepen

MIDSUMMER IDYLLS.[1]

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 CANTO I.

CANTO I.

I.

It was the time of year when cockneys fly

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From town to country, and from there to town.

I am not sure, but think it was July;

I would not swear it was, nor bet a crown,

When, as I told you, cockneys hurry down

In two hours' railway journey far away,

And rush to places of immense renown,

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