PLAGUE take the dull and dusty town, Its paved and sordid mazes, Now Spring has trimmed her pretty gown With buttercups and daisies! With half my heart I long to lie Among the flowered grasses, And hear the loving leaves that sigh As their sweet Mistress passes. Through picture-shows I make my way While flower-crowned maids go maying, And all the cultured things I say That cultured folk are saying. For I renounce Spring's darling face, With may-bloom fresh upon it: My Mistress lives in Grosvenor-place And wears a Bond-street bonnet!
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