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again, as rustics love it. Therefore (I quote again from the great Cockney version of The Golden Treasury)--
- "'Therefore, ye gas-pipes, ye asbestos? stoves,
- Forbode not any severing of our loves.
- I have relinquished but your earthly sight,
- To hold you dear in a more distant way.
- I'll love the 'buses lumbering through the wet,
- Even more than when I lightly tripped as they.
- The grimy colour of the London clay
- Is lovely yet,'
"because I have found the house where I was really born; the tall and quiet house from which I can see London afar off, as the miracle of man that it is."
