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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 |
Her grandfather and great great aunts, | |
Supported on the mantelpiece | |
An Invitation to the Dance. . . . . . | |
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… . . . . . | |
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. 1 | |