Inn of Dreams

<SPAN name="26"></SPAN> <br/> <br/> <p>Primrose Hill</p> <p>Wild heart in me that frets and grieves,<br/> Imprisoned here against your will . . .<br/> Sad heart that dreams of rainbow wings<br/> See! I have found some golden things!<br/> The poplar trees on Primrose Hill<br/> With all their shining play of leaves . . .<br/> And London like a silver bride,<br/> That will not put her veil aside!</p> <p>Proud London like a painted Queen,<br/> Whose crown is heavy on her head . . .<br/> City of sorrow and desire,<br/> Under a sky of opal fire,<br/> Amber and amethyst and red . . .<br/> And how divine the day has been!<br/> For every dawn God builds again<br/> This world of beauty and of pain . . .</p> <p>Wild heart that hungers for delight,<br/> Imprisoned here against your will;<br/> Sad heart, so eager to be gay!<br/> Loving earth's lovely things . . . the play<br/> Of wind and leaves on Primrose Hill . . .<br/> Or London dreaming of the night . . .<br/> Adventurous heart, on beauty bent,<br/> That only Heaven could quite content!</p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />