The sunlit grass, the rhododendrons glow
At last.
At last my topper flies not in the gale,
I gazing on its ruin quite aghast,
Nor gets all spotted after rain or hail,
At last.
At last it rests serenely on my brow,
As firm as colours nailed to any mast;
In fact it's somewhat hot and heavy now,
At last.