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Ursula Bethell

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To-day I woke at half past five and roused
My so reluctant frame, and went to hose
Thirsty hydrangeas and my parched green peas.

Scenting the showers, there came a minute bird –
(Our Michael being occupied elsewhere)
Fluttered and danced among the gracious drops,
Flirted his wings, and frisked his little tail,
Darted bright glances from his nodding head, –

Such are the joys, O metropolitan
That do acceptably illuminate
My now declining years.


From a Garden in the Antipodes (Sidgwick & Jackson, 1929)


Last updated 9 April, 2005