Oh, something just now must be happening there! That suddenly and quiveringly here, Amid the city’s noises, I must think Of mangoes leaning o’er the river’s brink, And dexterous Davie climbing high above, The gold fruits ebon-speckled to remove, And toss them quickly in the tangled mass Of wis-was twisted round the guinea grass, And Cyril coming through the bramble-track A prize bunch of bananas on his back, And Georgie–none could ever dive like him– Throwing his scanty clothes off for a swim; And schoolboys, from Bridge-tunnel going home, Watching the waters downward dash and foam. This is no daytime dream; there’s something in it, Oh something’s happening there this very minute! ~
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