Earth in beauty dressed Awaits returning spring. All true love must die, Alter at the best Into some lesser thing. Prove that…

I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer, The publican ‘e up an’ sez, ‘We serve no red-coats here.’…

I A washing hangs upon the line,     but it’s not mine. None of the things that I can see     belong to me….