Frederick Locker-Lampson ( -)

The Pilgrims of Pall Mall

My little Friend, so small and neat,
Whom years ago I used to meet
   In Pall Mall daily;
How cheerily you trippd away
To work, it might have been to play,
   You trippd so gaily.

And Time trips too.This moral means,
You then were midway in the teens
   That I was crowning:
We never spoke, but when I smild
At morn or eve, I know, dear child,
   You were not frowning.

Each morning when we met, I think,
Some sentiment did us two link
   Nor joy, nor sorrow:
And then at eve, experience-taught,
Our hearts fell back upon the thought,
   We meet to-morrow!

And you were poor; and how? and why?
How kind to come! it was for my
   Especial grace meant!
Had you a parlour next the stars,
A bird, some treasurd plants in jars,
   About your casement?

You must have dwelt au cinquième,
Like little darling Whats-her-name,
   Eugène Sues glory:
Perchance, unwittingly, Ive heard
Your thrilling-toned Canary-bird
   From that fifth storey.

Ive seen some changes since we met;
A patient little seamstress yet,
   With small means striving,
Have you a Lilliputian spouse?
And do you dwell in some dolls house?
   Is baby thriving?

Can bloom like thinemy heart grows chill
Have sought that bourne unwelcome still
   To bosom smarting?
The most forlornwhat worms we are!
Would wish to finish this cigar
   Before departing.

I sometimes to Pall Mall repair,
And see the damsels passing there;
   But though I try to
Obtain one glance, they look discreet,
As though theyd someone else to meet,
   As have not I too?

Yet still I often muse upon
Our many meetingscome and gone!
Now let us make a tryste, and when,
Dear little soul, we meet again,
In some serener sphere, why then
   Thy Friend remember!

Frederick Locker-Lampson's other poems:
  1. The Old Clerk
  2. The Widows Mite
  3. Phœbe, the Nymph of the Well
  4. The Cradle
  5. The Russet Pitcher

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