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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN CITY STREETS, by ADA SMITH
First Line: Yonder in the heather there's a bed for sleeping
Last Line: Through the peaty soil and tinkling heather-bells.
Subject(s): Country Life; Homeless; Homesickness; London
First Line: Yonder in the heather there's a bed for sleeping
Last Line: Through the peaty soil and tinkling heather-bells.
Subject(s): Country Life; Homeless; Homesickness; London
YONDER in the heather there's a bed for sleeping,
Drink for one athirst, ripe blackberries to eat;
Yonder in the sun the merry hares go leaping,
And the pool is clear for travel-wearied feet.
Sorely throb my feet, a-tramping London highways,
(Ah! the springy moss upon a northern moor!)
Through the endless streets, the gloomy squares and byways,
Homeless in the City, poor among the poor!
London streets are gold -- ah, give me leaves a-glinting
'Midst grey dykes and hedges in the autumn sun!
London water's wine, poured out for all unstinting --
God! For the little brooks that tumble as they run!
Oh, my heart is fain to hear the soft wind blowing,
Soughing through the fir-tops up on northern fells!
Oh, my eye's an ache to see the brown burns flowing
Through the peaty soil and tinkling heather-bells.
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