Frederick Locker-Lampson.
A NICE CORRESPONDENT!
THE glow and the glory are plighted
To darkness, for evening is come;
The lamp in Glebe Cottage is lighted,
The birds and the sheep-bells are dumb.
I’m alone in my casement, for Pappy
Is summon’d to dinner at Kew:
I’m alone, dearest Fred, but I’m happy—