And there are brought up short.
Smithers! I saw it on a map, I say,
A panoramic map in Cockspur Street.
And sudden in my heart began to play
Echoes of old romance, and all my feet
Fluttered responsive to the name's sheer beauty,
So rhythmical and fluty.
Smithers! The music of it filled my mouth.
I saw Provence and that enchanted shore,
And lotus-isles amid the dreamy South,