To sit, happy married lovers; Phillis trifling with a plover’s
Egg, while Corydon uncovers with a grace the Sally Lunn,
Or dissects the lucky pheasant—that, I think, were passing pleasant;
As I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.

THE PALACE.

They come, they come, with fife and drum,
And gleaming pikes and glancing banners:
Though the eyes flash, the lips are dumb;
To talk in rank would not be manners.
Onward they stride, as Britons can;
The ladies following in the Van.

Who, who be these that tramp in threes
Through sumptuous Piccadilly, through
The roaring Strand, and stand at ease
At last ’neath shadowy Waterloo?
Some gallant Guild, I ween, are they;
Taking their annual holiday.

To catch the destin’d train—to pay
Their willing fares, and plunge within it—
Is, as in old Romaunt they say,
With them the work of half-a-minute.
Then off they’re whirl’d, with songs and shouting,
To cedared Sydenham for their outing.

I mark’d them light, with faces bright
As pansies or a new coin’d florin,
And up the sunless stair take flight,
Close-pack’d as rabbits in a warren.
Honour the Brave, who in that stress
Still trod not upon Beauty’s dress!

Kerchief in hand I saw them stand;
In every kerchief lurk’d a lunch;
When they unfurl’d them, it was grand
To watch bronzed men and maidens crunch
The sounding celery-stick, or ram
The knife into the blushing ham.

Dash’d the bold fork through pies of pork;
O’er hard-boil’d eggs the saltspoon shook;
Leapt from its lair the playful cork:
Yet some there were, to whom the brook
Seem’d sweetest beverage, and for meat
They chose the red root of the beet.

Then many a song, some rather long,
Came quivering up from girlish throats;
And one young man he came out strong,
And gave “The Wolf” without his notes.
While they who knew not song or ballad
Still munch’d, approvingly, their salad.

But ah! what bard could sing how hard,
The artless banquet o’er, they ran
Down the soft slope with daisies starr’d
And kingcups! onward, maid with man,
They flew, to scale the breezy swing,
Or court frank kisses in the ring.