Laurence Hope
NORAH
I knew his house by the poplar trees—
Green and silvery in the breeze;
“A heaven-high hedge,” were the words he said,
“And holly-hocks—pink and white and red....”
It seemed so far from McChesney’s Hall
Where first he told me about it all....
A long path runs inside from the gate,
He still can take it early or late;