With gold and silver of sun and shower,
The girls troop out with an elfin clamour,
Delicate bundles of lace and light.
And London is laughter and youth and playtime,
Fair as the million-blossomed may-time:
All her ways are afire with glamour,
With dainty damosels pink and white.
The weariest streets new joys discover;
The sweet glad girl and the lyric lover
Sing their hearts to the moment's flying,