IX IN THE PARK
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He sighs “O Lord, this clammy fog Which cloaks them gravely-staring trees, It makes one shiver like a dog!” “Harry, you are so hard to please. “See how the stars begin to shine, And twinkle through the fading mist; In half an hour it will be fine, And how they’ll laugh to see me kissed!” “O yes, the stars stick grinning on— But they don’t make life better fun; They’ll grin when we are dead and gone, They’ll grin till love and life are done; “And we’re their blessed joke, my girl, Who toil to snatch this moment free From London’s endless, grinding whirl To dream and long and love and be.”