My City, my beloved, my white! Ah
Listen! Listen to me, and I will
Delicately upon the reed, attend m
Now do I know that I am mad,
For here are a million people surl

Your mind and you are our Sargass
London has swept about you this sc
And bright ships left you this or
Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all
Strange spars of knowledge and dim

This boat is of shato-wood, and it
magnolia,
Musicians with jewelled flutes and
Fill full the sides in rows, and o
Is rich for a thousand cups.

DIFFERENCE OF OPINION W
LYGDAMUS
Tell me the truths which you hear
Lygdamus,
And may the bought yoke of a mistr

Golden rose the house, in the port
thee, a marvel, carven in subtle s
portent. Life died down in the lam
caught at the wonder.
Crimson, frosty with dew, the rose

Gone while your tastes were keen t
Gone where the grey winds call to
By that high fencer, even Death,
Struck of the blade that no man pa
Such is your fence, one saith,

After Li Po
While my hair was still cut straig
across my forehead
I played at the front gate, pullin
flowers.

Come, let us pity those who are be
Come, my friend, and remember
      t hat the rich have butlers
And we have friends and no butlers
Come, let us pity the married and

Your mind and you are our Sargass
London has swept about you this sc
And bright ships left you this or
Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all
Strange spars of knowledge and dim

What have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,