Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . CHARLES MACKAY Ml STREET COMPANIONS. Wheneer through Grays Inn porch I strayI meet a spirit by the way ;He wanders with me all alone,And talks with me in under-tone. V rCr^. Ul 1^3 X ^o^ The crowd is busy seeking gold,It cannot see what I behold ;I and the spirit pass alongUnknown, unnoticed, in the throng. While on the grass the children run,And maids go loitering in the sun,1 roam beneath the ancient trees,And talk with him of mysteries. The dull brick hous
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . CHARLES MACKAY Ml STREET COMPANIONS. Wheneer through Grays Inn porch I strayI meet a spirit by the way ;He wanders with me all alone,And talks with me in under-tone. V rCr^. Ul 1^3 X ^o^ The crowd is busy seeking gold,It cannot see what I behold ;I and the spirit pass alongUnknown, unnoticed, in the throng. While on the grass the children run,And maids go loitering in the sun,1 roam beneath the ancient trees,And talk with him of mysteries. The dull brick houses of the square,The bustle of the sounds, the sights, the crush of men,Are present, but forgotten then. rO~^ Y X I see them, but 1 heed them not,I hear, but silence clothes the spot ;All voices die upon my brain,Except that spirits in the lane. He breathes to me his burning thought,He utters words with wisdom tells me truly what I am —I walk with mighty Verulam. 264. V
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