The air broke into a mist with bells,
The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries.
Had I said, “Good folk, mere noise repels,
But give me your sun from yonder skies!”
They had answered “And afterward what else?”
* * * * *
A Parody.
It was pouring, pouring, all the way,
As we scampered along the road like mad;
The trees were a mist of shadows grey