84. FLEET STREET
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I never see the newsboys run Amid the whirling street, With swift untiring feet, To cry the latest venture done, But I expect one day to hear Them cry the crack of doom And risings from the tomb, With great Archangel Michael near; And see them running from the Fleet As messengers of God, With Heaven's tidings shod About their brave unwearied feet.
Shane Leslie.
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86. IN THE MEADOWS AT MANTUA
But to have lain upon the grass One perfect day, one perfect hour, Beholding all things mortal pass Into the quiet of green grass;
But to have lain and loved the sun, Under the shadow of the trees, To have been found in unison, Once only, with the blessed sun;
Ah! in these flaring London nights, Where midnight withers into morn, How quiet a rebuke it writes Across the sky of London nights!
Upon the grass at Mantua These London nights were all forgot. They wake for me again: but ah, The meadow-grass at Mantua!
Arthur Symons.