To Hampstead, Nw3
Near John Keats House
Drinking your coffee
And sipping your beer
Alone and palely loitering,
Sleeping on the Heath
Near Beauty-Truth's dream,
Going nowhere
But, alas, no where to go,
I go up to the Public Baths at noon
And come down to eye your women.
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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