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This is the Heath of Hampstead, There is the dome of Saint Paul's; Beneath, on the serried house-tops, A chequered lustre falls:

And the mighty city of London, Under the clouds and the light, Seems a low wet beach, half shingle, With a few sharp rocks upright.

Here will we sit, my darling, And dream an hour away: The donkeys are hurried and worried, But we are not donkeys to-day: