What had just flung widely open
Unlocked and ungated, for its
Embracing affections!
Refreshing, this leaf-clapped sound.
Bright sunned through of what, greenly
Pass Day's honourations.
What in drag's bygone sedateness
Formal-paced coach's go by, for
Time's motions, wheeled under.
Rush-hour views left in ripped streets!
What joint stepped up, rode off on
Soar English, Englisher.
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