And the ease of an easy-chair.
“Come hither, come hither, my private scribe;
Come hither and soothly say,
What wild ducks fly, be it low, be it high,
Over London town this day.”
“O the talk flies high,” said the private scribe,
“That to-day we cross the sea,
To Calais and Brussels and fair Cologne,
And the City upon the Spree.
“And its O, but I know, when the loud winds blow