On London fell a clearer light ;
Caressing pencils of the sun Defined the distances, the white
Houses transfigured one by one. The *' long, unlovely street" im pearled. O what a sky has walked the world !
IMost happy year ! And out of town The hay was prosperous, and the wheat ;
The silken harvest climbed the down ; ]\Ioon after moon was heavenly sweet,
Stroking the bread within the sheaves.
Looking twixt apples and their leaves.
And while this rose made round her cup, The armies died convulsed ; and when
This chaste young silver sun went up Softly, a thousand shattered men.
One wet corruption, heaped the plain,
After a league-long throb of pain.
Flower following tender flower, and birds, And berries ; and benignant skies
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