But coming home I feel like I
Designed the buildings I walk by
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For singing till his heaven fills,
’T is love of earth that he instils
There’s none less free than who
Does nothing and has nothing else to do
Against the bridal day, which was not long:
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song
The birds, the fountains & the Ocean hold
Sweet talk in music through the enamoured air
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes