IN Camelot how grey and green The Damsels dwell, how sad their teen, In Camelot how green and grey The melancholy poplars sway. I wis I wot not what they mean Or wherefore, passionate and lean, The maidens mope their loves between, Not seeming to have much to say, In Camelot. Yet there hath armour goodly sheen The blossoms in the apple treen, (To spell the Camelotian way) Show fragrant through the doubtful day, And Master's work is often seen In Camelot! @3Philistia.@1 Philistia! Maids in muslin white With flannelled oarsmen oft delight To drift upon thy streams, and float In Salter's most luxurious boat; In buff and boots the cheery knight Returns (quite safe) from Naseby fight; Thy humblest folk are clean and bright, Thou still must win the public vote, Philistia! Observe the High Church curate's coat, The realistic hansom note! Ah, happy land untouched of blight, Smirks, Bishops, Babies, left and right, We know thine every charm by rote, Philistia! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THE CUMBERLAND WENT DOWN [MARCH 8, 1862] by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON IN THE BELFRY OF THE NIEUWE KERK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. ON WASHING by JOHN ARMSTRONG |