A gilded shell

    Red and gold

    the brisk swell

    Rippled both shores

    Sout wind

    Carried doream

    the peal of bells

    e towers

    eialala leia

    allala leialala

    quot;trams and dusty trees.

    highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew

    Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees

    Supine on t;

    quot;My feet are at Moorgate, and my

    Under my feet. After t

    . art.

    I made no comment.  s?quot;

    quot;On Margate Sands.

    I can connect

    Nothing.

    ty hands.

    My people

    Not;

    la la

    to Carthen I came

    Burning burning burning burning

    O Lord t me out

    O Lord t

    burning