Just Now The Lilac Is

Cities, Like Cats, Will Reveal Themselves At Night.

And In That Heaven Of All Their Wish, There Shall Be No More Land, Say Fish

I Thought When Love For You Died, I Should Die. It's Dead. Alone, Most Strangely, I Live On.

Breathless, We Flung Us On A Windy Hill, Laughed In The Sun, And Kissed The Lovely Grass.

.. . . Would I Were In Grantchester, In Grantchester!