PLAGUE take the dull and dusty town, <br />Its paved and sordid mazes, <br />Now Spring has trimmed her pretty gown <br />With buttercups and daisies! <br /> <br /> <br />With half my heart I long to lie <br />Among the flowered grasses, <br />And hear the loving leaves that sigh <br />As their sweet Mistress passes. <br /> <br /> <br />Through picture-shows I make my way <br />While flower-crowned maids go maying, <br />And all the cultured things I say <br />That cultured folk are saying. <br /> <br /> <br />For I renounce Spring's darling face, <br />With may-bloom fresh upon it: <br />My Mistress lives in Grosvenor-place <br />And wears a Bond-street bonnet!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-choice-42/
