And a Delft clock stood between them
It ticked and would never stop
It was painted with stiff Dutch landscapes
And a sailing ship on top.
It ticked and would never stop
It was painted with stiff Dutch landscapes
And a sailing ship on top.
And the bed was an old four-poster
And the sheets were always cold
And once the hot water bottle
Leaked right through the blanket's fold.
And the sheets were always cold
And once the hot water bottle
Leaked right through the blanket's fold.
And the dark green paint of the shutters
Would blister whene'er it rained,
And I poked the bumps with my fingers
Till all of my nails were stained.
Would blister whene'er it rained,
And I poked the bumps with my fingers
Till all of my nails were stained.
And on winter nights down the chimney
Would patter the wet grey snow,
And the trolleys groaned and clattered
As they toiled through the street below.
Would patter the wet grey snow,
And the trolleys groaned and clattered
As they toiled through the street below.
Now, I think in my dying hour
I shall see those vases two
With their circling, darting swallows
On a sky of palest blue
I shall see those vases two
With their circling, darting swallows
On a sky of palest blue
And the squat Delft clock between them
That ticked and would never stop
All painted with queer Dutch landscapes
And a sailing ship atop.
That ticked and would never stop
All painted with queer Dutch landscapes
And a sailing ship atop.
OLD ENGLISH
Talk of love to Kate and lo,
How the startled blood doth glow
Over brow and bosom
How the startled blood doth glow
Over brow and bosom
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