by Norman Rowland Gale


You voluble,


Vehement fellows

That play on your

Flying and

Musical cellos,

All goldenly

Girdled you

Serenade clover,

Each artist in

Bass but a

Bibulous rover!


You passionate,


Pastoral bandits,

Who gave you your

Roaming and

Rollicking mandates?

Come out of my

Foxglove; come

Out of my roses

You bees with the

Plushy and

Plausible noses!