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| PIPIT sate upright in her chair | |
| Some distance from where I was sitting; | |
| Views of the Oxford Colleges | |
| Lay on the table, with the knitting. | |
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| Daguerreotypes and silhouettes, | 5 |
| Here grandfather and great great aunts, | |
| Supported on the mantelpiece | |
An Invitation to the Dance.
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| I shall not want Honour in Heaven | |
| For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney | 10 |
| And have talk with Coriolanus | |
| And other heroes of that kidney. | |
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| I shall not want Capital in Heaven | |
| For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond. | |
| We two shall lie together, lapt | 15 |
| In a five per cent. Exchequer Bond. | |
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| I shall not want Society in Heaven, | |
| Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride; | |
| Her anecdotes will be more amusing | |
| Than Pipit’s experience could provide. | 20 |
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| I shall not want Pipit in Heaven: | |
| Madame Blavatsky will instruct me | |
| In the Seven Sacred Trances; | |
Piccarda de Donati will conduct me.
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| But where is the penny world I bought | 25 |
| To eat with Pipit behind the screen? | |
| The red-eyed scavengers are creeping | |
| From Kentish Town and Golder’s Green; | |
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| Where are the eagles and the trumpets? | |
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| Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps. | 30 |
| Over buttered scones and crumpets | |
| Weeping, weeping multitudes | |
| Droop in a hundred A.B.C.’s. | |
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