Through the drawn curtain
Daylight seems to gleam,
Saying, Heaven’s certain;
Happiness no dream
Why this revelation?
Why does my heart play?
Simple explanation
Allie’s home today.
The last pear plucked
The evening primrose gone –
What now may fate deduct...
The breeze favoured me on Turnham Green
Urging me Brentford-ward long before
The bus arrived. Air had a silver sheen...
