Mr. and Mrs. Scott, and I, With Mr. Manson, Editor, And of the social Proctors four, Agreed the season to defy. We mustered forces at the Rail, Struck hands and made our interests one: Alas for absent Annie Hayle Who should have shared the fare and fun. Not neighbour Humble and her child ''" Tho' well-disposed of doubtful force ''" But Annie Hayle my verse deplores, Behatted plump alert and mild. From Newcastle to Sunderland Upon a misty morn in June We took the train: on either hand Grimed streets were changed for meadows soon. Umbrellas, tarts and sandwiches Sustained our spirits' temperate flow, With potted jam, and cold as snow Rough-coated sun-burnt oranges. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 1 by PHILIP SIDNEY AMORETTI: 65 by EDMUND SPENSER THE JACOBITE ON TOWER HILL by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY SONNET by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE SONNET OF FISHES by GEORGE BARKER DECORATION DAY PRAYER by ARTHUR ROSZELLE BEMIS JR. |