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ON LONDON STONES; RONDEAU by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON

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First Line: ON LONDON STONES I SOMETIMES SIGH
Last Line: ON LONDON STONES!
Subject(s): LONDON;
ON London stones I sometimes sigh
For wider green and bluer sky; --
Too oft the trembling note is drowned
In this huge city's varied sound; --
'Pure song is country born' -- I cry.

Then comes the spring, -- the months go by,
The last stray swallows seaward fly;
And I -- I too! -- no more am found
On London stones!

In vain! -- the woods, the fields deny
That clearer strain I fain would try;
Mine is an urban Muse, and bound
By some strange law to paven ground;
Abroad she pouts; -- she is not shy
On London stones!



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