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BLOOMSBURY, by                    
First Line: For me, for me, these old retreats
Last Line: In bloomsbury.
Subject(s): Bloomsbury, London


FOR me, for me, these old retreats
Amid the world of London streets!
My eye is pleased with all it meets
In Bloomsbury.

I know how prim is Bedford Park,
At Highgate oft I've heard the lark,
Not these can lure me from my ark
In Bloomsbury.

I know how green is Peckham Rye,
And Syd'nham, flashing in the sky,
But did I dwell there I should sigh
For Bloomsbury.

I know where Maida Vale receives
The night dews on her summer leav
Not less my settled spirit cleaves
To Bloomsbury.

Some love the Chelsea river gales,
And the slow barges' ruddy sails,
And these I'll woo when glamour fails
In Bloomsbury.

Enough for me in yonder square
To see the perky sparrows pair,
Or long laburnum gild the air
In Bloomsbury.

Enough for me in midnight skies
To see the moons of London rise,
And weave their silver fantasies
In Bloomsbury.

Oh, mine in snows and summer heats,
These good old Tory brick-built streets!
My eye is pleased with all it meets
In Bloomsbury.





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