Where bells no more affright the morn -Commenta
Where scrabble never comes -
Where very nimble Gentlemen
Are forced to keep their rooms -
Where tired Children placid sleep
Thro' Centuries of noon
This place is Bliss - this town is Heaven -
Please, Pater, pretty soon!
"Oh could we climb where Moses stood,
And view the Landscape o'er"
Not Father's bells - nor Factories,
Could scare us any more!
Artists wrestled here!Commenta
Lo, a tint Cashmere!
Lo, a Rose!
Student of the Year!
For the easel here
By a flower - By a letter -Commenta
By a nimble love -
If I weld the Rivet faster -
Final fast - above -
Never mind my breathless Anvil!
Never mind Repose!
Never mind the sooty faces
Tugging at the Forge!
Surgeons must be very carefulCommenta
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit - Life.
'Twas such a little - little boatCommenta
That toddled down the bay!
'Twas such a gallant - gallant sea
That beckoned it away!
'Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
That licked it from the Coast -
Nor ever guessed the stately sails
My little craft was lost!