The sky is all a-shining With sunniest blue and white, The flags are streaming out full cry As the crisp North wind comes bustling by, And all the roofs are bright. 

 And all the shops and houses Of sunlit Oxford Street, —Pearl behind amber, gold by rose— To grey the long perspective goes; Till all the houses meet. 

 And there, in every gutter, The glory of spring flowers The whole long street with colour fills, And across the yellow daffodils Sharp sunshine and soft showers. 

 And among the drabs and greys and browns Of folk going to and fro Are trays of violets, darkly bright, And yellow, like the spring moon's light, Pale primrose-bunches show. 

 There's blue in every puddle, And every pane of glass Has a thousand little dancing suns, —And up and down the glad news runs, That spring has come to pass. 

 

 

 JUDD STREET, ST. PANCRAS 

 My dwelling has a courtyard wide Where lord with lady well might pace, —Such silks and velvets side by side, And she a fan to shield her face!— It's fine as any king's; For there I see on either hand The whole great stretch of London lie; —Just so as any king might stand Upon his roof, to watch go by The flashing pigeon wings. 

 Just so a king might look abroad: "And this is all my own," says he, And then he'd turn to some great lord, Who'd acquiesce with gravity —But that I do without, For all of lord there is up here Is this impassive chimney-stack, And cloudy be my view or clear My courtier will not answer back; All silent I look out, 

 And see the flight of roofs that fade Towards the West in golden haze, And all this work men's hands have made Like jewels in the sun's last rays— I have a dwelling wide; Three rooms are mine, but I can go Up to this roof in shade or shine, And watch all London change and glow Rose, purple, gold; three rooms are mine— And all of heaven beside. 

 

 

 SPARROWS 

 Brown little, fat little, cheerful sparrows! I like to think, when I hear them chatter, How, when the brazen noise was gone Of the 

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