Creeper and ivy, gay bluebells

Norman nesting under trees

Emergent buds, the gnome that tells

Of constant watching care, all these

And each thing starting in the earth

Say life and hope have constant birth

Your room awash with scripts and plays,

The varnished wood in hall, on stairs

Your face which in my memory stays

Delivering me when gloom despairs

And packs it off with joy and mirth –

Say life and hope have constant birth

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