A gilded shell
Red and gold
the brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Sout wind
Carried doream
the peal of bells
e towers
eialala leia
allala leialala
quot;trams and dusty trees.
highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on t;
quot;My feet are at Moorgate, and my
Under my feet. After t
. art.
I made no comment. s?quot;
quot;On Margate Sands.
I can connect
Nothing.
ty hands.
My people
Not;
la la
to Carthen I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord t me out
O Lord t
burning