Childhood Is Measured Out By Sounds And

It's Strange That Those We Miss The Most Are Those We Take For Granted.

Approval Of What Is Approved Of Is As False As A Well-kept Vow.

And London Shops On Christmas Eve Are Strung With Silver Bells And Flowers As Hurrying Clerks The City Leave To Pigeon-haunted Classic Towers, And Marbled Clouds Go Scudding By The Many-steepled London Sky

Oh! Full Surrey Twilight! Importunate Band! Oh! Strongly Adorable Tennis-girl's Hand!

I Ought To Warn You That My Verse Is Of No Interest To People Who Can Think.