Bon Voyage
by LIONEL WIGGAM.
WRITE me and tell me how the English shires
Are gold and dappled green again, and rolling;
Send me a snapshot of the Scottish weirs,
Replete with waterfalls and young love strolling.
Are gold and dappled green again, and rolling;
Send me a snapshot of the Scottish weirs,
Replete with waterfalls and young love strolling.
Evoke the snows of Berne; from Strasbourg praise
The ultimate and unutterable cadenza;
Tell how Milano wears its visible glaze,
And how the David soars above Firenze.
The ultimate and unutterable cadenza;
Tell how Milano wears its visible glaze,
And how the David soars above Firenze.
Extol the fountains of the Tuileries,
The chandeliers exploding on Vienna,
The thrushes singing by the Candian Sea,
And underfoot the flowers that pave Siena.
The chandeliers exploding on Vienna,
The thrushes singing by the Candian Sea,
And underfoot the flowers that pave Siena.
And say the drains are poor, the girls beguiling,
The service cynical from Spain to Seapn,
The old as crusty and the young as smiling.
And sign it, “Yes, the land slays bright. Europe.”
The service cynical from Spain to Seapn,
The old as crusty and the young as smiling.
And sign it, “Yes, the land slays bright. Europe.”