Summary

Helen Parry Eden Coal and Candlelight, and Other Verses

And each laments in anapaests and in iambics cries;
But Peter, Peter Pigeon, how sleepily he sighs!
The pigeons walk the Guildhall; they dress in civic taste
With amplitude of mayoral chain and aldermanic waist;
They bow their grey emphatic heads, their topknots rise and fall,
They cluster in the courtyard at their midday dinner call;
But Peter, Peter Pigeon, he nods beneath my shawl.
The pigeons brood in Battersea; while yet the dawn is dark
Their ready aubade ripples in the plane-trees round the park
Source: Gutenberg

Helen Parry Eden Coal and Candlelight, and Other Verses

The finches fluttered from their hoofs, I stayed to mark the ease [Pg 64]
Of him who led the grey and swayed the sorrel with his knees.
They passed. Uprose the rural sun and spake his prologue clear
Across the world for suburbs sleek and linkèd slums to hear—
"Come hither, hither, where are played the interludes of light
And day enacts her dearest parts for your abusèd sight!"
Source: Gutenberg

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