DOI article:
Davidson, John: Fleet Street Eclogue: St. George's Day
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21806#0318
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Fleet Street Eclogue
Sandy.
The lilacs shake their dancing plumes
Of lavender, mauve, and heliotrope.
Herbert.
The speedwell on the highway blooms.
Menzies.
And we are the world’s forlorn hope !
Sandy.
Skeletons lurk in every Street.
Herbert.
We push and strike for air and scope.
Brian.
The pulses of rebellion beat
Where want and hunger sulk and mope.
Menzies.
But though we wander far astray,
And oft in utter darkness grope,
Fearless we face the roughest day,
For we are the world’s forlorn hope.
Sandy.
Fleet Street Eclogue
Sandy.
The lilacs shake their dancing plumes
Of lavender, mauve, and heliotrope.
Herbert.
The speedwell on the highway blooms.
Menzies.
And we are the world’s forlorn hope !
Sandy.
Skeletons lurk in every Street.
Herbert.
We push and strike for air and scope.
Brian.
The pulses of rebellion beat
Where want and hunger sulk and mope.
Menzies.
But though we wander far astray,
And oft in utter darkness grope,
Fearless we face the roughest day,
For we are the world’s forlorn hope.
Sandy.