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What is he buzzing in my ears ?
“Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears ?”
Ah, reverend sir, not I!
What I viewed there once, what I view again,
Where the physic bottles stand
With a wall to my bedside hand.
That lane sloped, much as the bottles do,
From a house you could descry
Or green to a healthy eye?
To mine, it serves for the old June weather
Blue above lane and wall;
Is the house o'er-topping all.
At a terrace, somewhat near its stopper,
There watched for me, one June, A girl: I know, sir, it's improper,
My poor mind's out of tune.
Only, there was a way .. you crept
Close by the side, to dodge
They styled their house “ The Lodge.”
What right had a lounger up their lane?
But, by creeping very close,, With the good walls help, — their eyes might strain
And stretch themselves to Oes,