Stamped with advertisements of malted milk.
The little red-brick hamlets, poised apart,
And all the grandeur of the rolling leas,
I longed to ask him if they brought no smart
Of scarce-remembered boyhood to his heart.
But I refrained; and he took cherry tart
And after that two different kinds of cheese.
And then we neared a little market town
Half hidden in the dale, that seemed to cling
Fondly about a church of old renown;